Ladies Who Lust: An Erotica Collection. Various

flying back and forth, other hand kneading her uncupped breasts, fingers pulling on the pulsating cherry-red tips. Makayla’s face bounced right before her. ‘I know where you are, sweetie!’ she gasped. ‘I’m coming for you, baby! I’m coming –’

      Makayla’s ear rang with Kim’s muffled shriek.

      Kim shuddered, jumped, riding her clit-polishing fingers, her nipple-pinching digits, Makayla’s face and voice, to the dizzying heights of phone-sex ecstasy.

      ‘You’re going to come and get me?’ Makayla innocently asked.

      ‘Yes! God, yes!’

      Kim easily located Makayla’s late-model purple Chevy Sprint parked next to the curb on Industrial Boulevard. She drove past the disabled vehicle and then made a U-turn, pulled up behind.

      Makayla jumped when Kim tapped on the window, then, when she recognised her friend, dropped the tyre iron she’d been gripping. She rolled the window down an inch with shaking fingers.

      ‘It’s me – Kim,’ Kim explained. The warm gush of air from Makayla’s heavy sigh flooded her face, and her pussy tingled anew. She’d put on a pair of white short-shorts and a green halter top, and her long smooth limbs shone porcelain under the streetlight, her freshly painted lips glistening in a reassuring smile.

      Makayla was still dressed in her sandwich-shop uniform, the tight tan blouse barely holding back her full breasts, tight black stretchpants moulding to the generous curves of her hips and butt. The girl’s ebony skin gleamed dark and velvety, like her eyes.

      Kim helped Makayla step out of the car, then hugged the young woman. Makayla shivered, despite the heat of the night. Kim reluctantly let go of the girl and looked inside the vehicle. ‘You ran out of gas,’ she announced, bobbing her head back out and up. ‘That’s all.’

      ‘B-but I just filled up the tank a couple of days ago,’ Makayla stammered. ‘At least, I think I did.’

      Kim squeezed the girl’s bare arm, briefly caressed the satiny flesh. ‘No worries. I’ll drive you to a gas station, we’ll get some gas and come back and get your car started.’

      Makayla smiled wide with relief. She allowed Kim to take her hand and lead her back to Kim’s orange Firefly. Kim opened the passenger-side door for the girl, watching Makayla’s plump buttocks clench and ripple as she climbed into the seat.

      ‘You all right now?’ Kim asked, sliding into the driver’s seat close to Makayla.

      Makayla’s teeth shone white, her shoulders heaving in a sigh, her big breasts along for the ride, stretching her top. ‘Yup. Thanks so much, Kim! I really appreciate it!’

      Kim grinned. She held out her arms, and Makayla filled them with her ripe young body.

      ‘That’s what good friends do for each other,’ Kim whispered in the girl’s ear. ‘Among other things.’ She kissed Makayla’s neck, pressing her lips against the warm, sensitive skin.

      Makayla pulled her head back when she felt Kim’s moist tongue-tip touch her neck. She stared into Kim’s shining eyes, goose bumps prickling her arms.

      Kim moved her head forward, pressed her lips into Makayla’s, holding the girl so tight that their breasts mashed together, Makayla’s large soft ones smothering Kim’s smaller, firmer ones. She used the hot, tight confines of the car, Makayla’s rescued gratitude, to slide her tongue in between Makayla’s parted lips and bump it up against the girl’s tongue.

      Makayla jerked, surprised, shocked – excited. Her friend really did like her, a lot! So what was wrong in showing it? She owed Kim, for helping her deal with the loss of her fish and the breakdown of her car. She lifted her tongue to Kim’s gently probing tongue, and the two young women swirled their lickers together.

      The slippery pink appendages wrapped around one another, more urgently, more openly, more erotically. Kim surged with delight. She slid her hands off Makayla’s back and brought them around, in between, onto the girl’s overblown breasts. She squeezed the heavy pair, kneaded the thick, heated flesh.

      Makayla shuddered, her friend’s hands on her sensitive breasts, the girl’s fingers on her electric nipples, flooding her body and brain full of feeling. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t resist what was happening to her – another woman frenching her, fondling her breasts and nipples. Her pussy brimmed with wicked wet sensation.

      Kim yanked Makayla’s blouse out of the girl’s pants and shot her hands up and under, clasping Makayla’s bare breasts. They filled her slender hands to overflowing, hot and ripe and smooth. Makayla moaned, and Kim broke away from the girl’s stiffened tongue and dropped her head down to suck on Makayla’s tits.

      Makayla pushed Kim back, fumbled her blouse back down and turned around in the seat, suddenly coming to her senses. ‘Let’s get that gas, huh?’ she gasped.

      Kim sat stunned for a moment, her mouth open and tongue hanging out, awfully empty hands grasping at thin air. Then she gave her head a shake and rasped, ‘Oh, sure. OK.’ Disappointed now, but confident that in the future she’d be driving Makayla to more than just a fuel station – driving the luscious chocolate bunny wild.

      * * *

      ‘I-I wanted to surprise him, you know? S-so I snuck into his apartment with the key he gave me. He was supposed to be sleeping, because he works the graveyard shift.’ Makayla’s long, fluttering eyelashes flung tears, her voice rising to a wail. ‘But … he was in his bedroom, all right! Having sex with another woman!’

      She burst out crying again, and Kim tightened her grip on the girl’s sobbing shoulders. They were in Makayla’s bedroom, sitting on Makayla’s bed. Kim had rushed over as soon as she’d gotten the plaintive phone call, being there for her good friend.

      ‘It wasn’t even anybody I know!’ Makayla cried through her hands. ‘Just some – some slut!’

      ‘You mean, a professional?’ Kim breathed in apparent amazement. She slid her right hand down off Makayla’s shoulder to gently but firmly clutch the side of the girl’s bulging breast.

      Makayla jerked her head up and stared at Kim. ‘Yeah! I think so! Judging from the leopard-print skirt and fishnet stockings and thigh-high leather boots and neon-red tube-top I saw lying around all over the floor.’

      ‘The bastard!’ Kim hissed.

      ‘We’d been dating four months, you know? I thought maybe we had something, like, special.’

      ‘Men!’ Kim gritted.

      ‘He tried to say that she came on to him, just showed up at his place out of the blue, that she meant nothing to him. But I was too upset to listen.’