As soon as I'd lived in a metropolitan area for a few months, I realized that urban dykes are even harder to deal with than those in the suburbs. All they want to do is play games, they act like fucking little boys, or worse, self obsessed bitchy pillow princesses. I just want to find a real girl, someone I can relate to and keep talking to and not get sick of her, or turned off by her stupidity. I know what I am, I know I'm hot, and it's not hard for me to get girls into my bed for the times when I want to get my fuck on.
But there has been one girl, Vanessa, who has had my attention since I first got to school. I met her about 3 months after moving here, and we connected on a mental/spiritual level but we've never fucked. You know when you're so infatuated and attracted to someone that you just can't be the one to make the first move?
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The cold November air rolls across the streets, and around the buildings. Vanessa and I had gone out for coffee at a hot local spot. Well, tea I should say, because we were at a tea bar that does espresso drinks. Well, it's really the coffee shop of an independent bookstore that actually has really reputable feminist speakers who come and read from their latest works...
I'm digressing.
The place is what I like to call, "dyke central," it's basically the end all place for women who want to meet women. Between the gay ghetto and the real ghetto, it's basically a place where all the hip queer people go, in short all the girls are andro, and dress up like hipster boys.
"...and so for me, it's hard discussing post-modernism and not bringing in the existentialist elements. So what do you think, Molly?" Vanessa never called me Molly, always M.H. short for Molly Handler. Shit, I had been staring at Vanessa's mouth for such a long time that I only heard the last few words. I hate it when people are smarter than I am, it's one of the few situations where I turn into a quiet submissive femme, instead of the diesel femme I really happen to be.
"I hate existentialism," I offered. "Who wants to be sad all day, talking shit, pretending like there's no point to life, anyways? Only a broke down old politically jaded dyke would get into shit like that." Fuck, has I just been too opinionated for my own good, but more importantly, for Vanessa's tastes? She let out a belly laugh, so I knew I was scoring points. It's me, Vanessa, I'm the one for you. I would love you forever, and never leave you. It's me, I'm the one. I would never say it out loud, but I had been secretly in love with her for going on half a year at this point. I'd already indirectly fucked her, through having sex one of her former sex partners. I only did it in the hopes of making her jealous, even though it didn't do shit.
"So what do you want most out of life, M.H.?" she asked me. What do I want most out of life? I can't pretend like I hadn't thought about it. I guess I just didn't know. I had to think of something. Impress her.
"I want it all." I replied after a short pause. "I want the career I've always dreamed of, to teach at a univeristy, maybe even in other countries. I want to write books about gender, stratified societies, and the psychopharmacologicalsocialization of womyn with a y. I want to find the love of my life and adopt a child with her. I want amazing sex 5 times a day. I wand a dog, a alternatively fueled car, and a garden. I want a house in the country, and a house by the beach..."
"Wow, ambitious are we?" Vanessa sat back in her chair. Vanessa was born in March, I knew she was a Pisces, and I knew I could never really ever penetrate her dreamy eyes. "I just want to express myself, and hopefully that takes me to the right people who really want what I have. I just want to relax, and enjoy my life. I'd rather live for today, I never really think about tomorrow, and as for money I'll probably always just be a middle class singer/songwriter who has a day job working with homeless kids. I want to be an old acitvist lez."
Why is that so hot to me, I thought to myself. This is totally not the type of person that I should be drawn to. I'm just a str8 laced Jewish girl at heart, why do I always go for the "bad girl type," I wonder if this has something to do with my parents and/or childhood...
"It seems like it's always going to be the Vanessa show." What the fuck did I just say! That's not what I meant. For hald a second I thought I fucked up my chance with her by being bitchy, but she busted out laughing.
"Raor! You're spicey, but most importantly, you're real. I really admire a lot about you, I hadn't really had a chance to really sit down with you and see what your big plan for yourself happened to be. I mean, we've started to get kind of close over the past few weeks. It's weird, because I didn't feel like our friendship was going to become this intimate that first time I met you, I think it was about a year ago? In fact, a lot of people told me that you're sketchy, you have the reputation for being a drug mooch in fact, in case you didn't know what your friends are saying about you behind your back."
"Bitches. I don't trust anyone." Life's a gamble and you never know who you can trust, usually it's nobody but yourself. "I used to have a little problem with blow, but I don't have that problem no more." My eyes offered honesty, I looked into her dark eyes and tried to tell her with my raw emotions painting themselves on my face.
"No worries babe. We all are up to our own shit, as long as you can take care of all your business who gives a fuck, right? Did I mention that I'm a business woman? Hahahha." Vanessa was kind of ghetto. She always had this unescapable lower middle class air about her, which for one reason or another always turned me on a lot- in short I felt as though she's be able to handle shit, basically the kind of girl who could protest me, and maybe even kick someone's ass if necessary. "I think I'm over this place. Do you want to jet? We could go listen to some tech house at The Town Pump up on main and expressway blvd. Or we could go to the movies. Is there anything you've been wanting to see that's out right now?"
"Why don't we go back to my house?" I loved the random occasions I happen to be sooo fucking smooth with chicks. "I have some weed, we could smoke and look up something cool to do on the Internet." I remained aloof, when people are in their 20s and still worried about everybody thinking they're cool, you have to always be one step ahead and beating them at their own game. It's kind of fun actually.
"I've got my other helmet strapped to my bike, do you want to go for a ride M.H.?"
"I'd love to go for a ride, Vanessa." We walked outside, it was sunny all of a sudden, and the faint sound of birds calling to each other could be heard over the traffic from the small 2 city square blocks called an "urban park" across the street. She had a hot bike, a black 90s Honda that looked like a Harley, but wasn't. I'd only ridden her bike a few times before, and, horrifyingly enough, my pussy happens to gets wet from the vibrations. Shit, what was I supposed to do if it leaks through, and how am I going to keep it together while straddling her on a bike?
"Hop on." We drove the 18 blocks to my house up into the hills. It had nice views, I'll always give it that. Who cares if it's far from downtown? She parked in front of my apartment complex, and I hopped off. I looked down, and there was a small wet spot between my legs, that could be concealed, so long as I keep my legs tightly held together. We walked up the stairs, and I opened the red door. What can I say about my place? Umm, I burn a lot of incense. Thank Buddha my room mate was going to be gone for the next half a week. We share a 1 bedroom apartment, and when only one person is there, it's beyond sweet for a college girl like me who is often on a budget. We're going to pretend like it's never a tight budget.
"You held on to me really tight, were you nervous being on my bike?" Vanessa asked, her eyes meeting mine from 3 feet away.
"No, not really," I replied. Of course I was, and my pussy was getting wet, I wish I could tell her what the truth was, because I felt like it would make her laugh. Or maybe totally turned off, its hard to tell with her, she seems to go both ways a lot. It's hard to tell what she's thinking and feeling, because she's not exactly super self aware. I guess that was just always part of her charm for me. And her smirk.
"Why don't you lay down, I'll give you a massage and loosen you up. My mom, well, my mom died when I was young, but I had an older sister who was like already in her 20s when I it happened and she was a massage therapist. She showed me everything I know. I mean, I'm not certified, but you'll only feel better than you do now, I promise."
How did it suddenly jump to this situation? My elation ran through my body like a drug, and I felt light headed euphoric, yet uncertain expectation.
"Ok. Should I umm, take my shirt off?"
"If you want to." I pulled my shirt over my head, and shook my hair out. It only went down to my shoulders, but it was the longest it had ever been in my life. Long story about being a former butch. Now I wear shirts and even makeup sometimes, who would have thought? I layed down on my stomach on my bed, and tried to relax. Vanessa was about to touch my naked skin. I wanted to touch her so badly. There was just so much I wanted to do, say, and manifest...
"Wow, you're really tight. I'm going to use deep even pressure to get this out." Her hands felt like magic. She knew so much about the body's architecture, and she definitely knew how to work her way down a girl's back. Before I knew it my jeans were peeled off, and I was left in my panties. I have small boobs, so I never really have to wear a bra. They're small but a cute shape, but I always felt that since I looked too much like a boy, I should dress like one. Sometimes I wear sports bras, but usually I don't need to. Vanessa still hadn't seen them though, since she set herself to massaging my calves. After another 20 minutes I sat up. I didn't know what else to do, and there had been an awkward silence between the 2 of us for the past 10. "Shit M.H. you have amazing tits."
"Thanks. Wow my back feels so much better," I said, ribbing my eyes. What should I do? Should I go for it? Do I have to be the one to make it happen? Fuck it. I pulled my hands off my face, and pushed her back, she fell against my bed, landing flat on her back. I got on top of her, she had her jeans and a tank top on, but I was just in my underwear at that point. I stuck my tongue in her mouth, I knew it probably felt like I was attacking her face. I could tell she was into it. Political lez, what did she even mean by that?
"I'm glad I'm kissing you," she said to me when I finally came up for air.
"I've been thinking about kissing you for a long time Vanessa," I was being too real for own good. I know what can happens when you let somebody get that close to you. Could I trust a wild card like Vanessa to be real with me, or even perhaps love me?
"So what else have you been thinking about? Did you plan this whole thing?" She asked me, now that she knew that I was deeply attracted to her, she wanted to play.
'Why don't you let me show you?" I replied with a smirk. I pulled off her shirt, her c cup boobs looked healthy and perky. "You have great tits, Vanessa," I said, as I latched onto one and started sucking. She had long hair, and I grabbed a handful of it, pulling her head back, working one tit with my mouth and the other with my fingers.
"I want to touch you," she said as she slipped her fingers under my panties. I had already been a little wet before, but now my pussy was gushing. I was so turned on, she was so hot. Her body is so tight and sexy, and her face always looks really hot, even more so when she doesn't wear makeup, and she never does. Her fingers traced around my clit- tiny circles. It was making me shake, I knew I couldn't cum unless I get a lot of direct stimulation, she was playing with me.
"I want to eat you," I let out, as I pushed her back onto her back, and pulled her jeans off. She wasn't wearing underwear. I pulled my own off, to give her easier access. I started going down on her, and her pussy tasted delicious. She had a really good natural smell, and I wanted her so bad. "Vanessa, you have bomb ass pussy."
"Yeah, lick it! Uhh, it feels so good." I sucked her clit, and tongued it with hard even strokes. I stuck a finger in her, it slipped right in, I could feel that she was really wet inside. I spread her lips and worked her clit. Her pussy got red and swollen, and her chest had turned red as well. I was really turning her on, I could easily observe her sexual flush.
"Can we please 69? It's probably my favorite."
"I want to." We laid side by side, and she started to go to work on me with her fingers and mouth. She was working the fuck out of my clit, she had a lot of energy. It was then that I realized that we would obviously get each other off many times that night. I wanted the night to last forever.
She got on top of me and held me down, kissing me passionately. She spread my thighs with hers, so that she was scissoring me with a lot of pressure. The indirect pressure from her pelvis felt really good. "Your pussy feels so hot and wet," I said. That was all I was thinking. She started to kiss me, while humping me. The whole body contact was really getting me off, and before I knew what hit me I had cum forcefully, she stuck her tongue in my mouth while tweaking a tit, and tactilely ingested my orgasm. Her body felt so good. She was just a little taller than me, maybe only an inch and we fit together like puzzle pieces.
'It doesn't take you much," she told me with a small laugh. I came really quickly, I couldn't help it, because she was so fucking hot.
"It''s because you're just so fucking hot," I exhaled trying to get my head back into place. My whole body felt weird, like someone just beat the shit out of me. I guess like someone beat the shit out of me in a good way. I couldn't move. I had been on the edge for such a long time, the release of coming in front of Vanessa was the hottest sex I'd ever had in my mind. "I need to make you come," I said as I took charge of the situation. I spread her legs apart with my arms, and I began to work on her pussy. She was moaning, making a lot of noise. It seemed kind of like she was only doing it to get herself off anyways, but at the same time I should say that her responsiveness was really sexy to me.
"Molly!" she said as she looked deep into my eyes. Yes. That's what I want to hear. "Molly, you eat pussy so fucking good. Work my clit. I'm gonna cum." It wasn't long before her body began shaking, and she came while I was eating her out. I could feel her fat red lips pulsing as I made her come 2 times in a row, from furiously sucking her slit and finger fucking her while pushing down on her pubic bone. I had been trying to make her squirt, but it didn't happen. Honestly, squirting is just about my favorite thing in the world. Nothing makes me feel like more of an amazing fuck than when I can make a girl's pussy gush all over the place. Maybe I could try again, I thought to myself.
I crawled up next to her and we kissed. "I love kissing after oral sex," I said, as I came up for air. Vanessa smiled as her hand grabbed my ass. Everyone loves kissing after oral sex. I'm sure Vanessa liked the taste of her own pussy.
"You planned this whole thing, didn't you?" she asked me, genuinely questioning my actions of the day. "You planned on messing around with me."
"So what if I did. What do you think about that?" I asked, I was always good at sounding cool even though I'm equally exploding and dying at the same time internally. Keep my cool. Everything's cool. My voice never cracks. Sometimes I think I could make it as an actress.
"I think that's sexy. I want so much more from you, Molly. You're an amazing fuck, I want to make you feel good. You're a really special girl. I see you in my life." Why was she telling me all of this. Did my love spell really work? I had been spinning a web, and I was planning on trapping her in it. You're mine, my possession, and I'm yours.
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