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  My mind flashes to the steamy shower I shared with Karalyn a few weeks ago. A decadent ache pulses through my clit, remembering the way her touch set my pussy ablaze.

  I blush.

  “Ava, what the hell is wrong with you?!” I scold in my head. “Here you are out having dinner with this fine specimen of a man, and you’re sitting here thinking about another woman licking your pussy when you should be thinking about him fucking you from the back with him palming your large swinging breasts and pinching your thick, hard nipples while you throw that ass back on him, trying to fuck the skin off his hard dick!”

  Your pussy needs to be fucked!

  And have you not forgotten you have a big dick under your foot, hard, and obviously more than ready to fuck you?

  “I always aim to please, Mister Denson.”

  “Is that right?” I simply smile, now using both of my feet to massage his dick. Jarrod pulls in his bottom lip. He grunts, cutting his eyes around the dining area, then locking his eyes on me. “You’re something else, Ava. You sure…mmph…you don’t wanna head out now?” He slides a hand underneath the table, caressing my right foot, then pressing his legs shut. His dick has gotten bigger…longer, if that’s even humanly possible.

  He tosses back his drink. Then tells the waiter he’ll have another when he comes to our table to check to see if there is something else he can get for us. “Anything for you, ma’am?” the waiter wants to know. I tell him no, not at this moment. A few seconds later, he walks off. I watch as he crosses over the room, then descends down the stairs toward the bar area.

  “You still haven’t answered my question,” Jarrod says, giving my foot a relaxing massage under the table. I have to fight myself to keep from moaning.

  I tilt my head coyly. “And what question was that?”

  He grins. “Do you always aim to please?”

  I pull my foot back from his lap, then slip it back into my heel. “I’ll give you the answer to that when I return from the ladies’ room.” I stand up, smoothing the front of my skirt out, hoping there isn’t a puddle of bliss left in back of me. Jarrod’s lustful stare lands in the center of my crotch, then sweeps upward to meet my gaze. He pulls in his bottom lip.

  I am convinced he smells my warm, wet cunt wafting from under the hem of my skirt. He knows innately that my pussy juice is seeping out, flowing between my legs. He licks his lips, then grins as if he knows that I know that he knows. “I’ll be back in a sec,” I say, sauntering off toward the steps that lead to the main level of the restaurant, maneuvering my way around tables and waiters toward the bathroom.

  Once I finish, I wash my hands, then stand in front of the mirror, fumbling through my purse for my tube of lipstick. When I find it, I carefully reapply a coat over my ripe, warm ready-for-a-night-of-dick sucking mouth. And clit, too, so it seems. I shake my head, blotting my lips, then blowing a kiss to my image in the mirror before heading back out to my date. Fuck for the night is more like it. As I am about to reach for the handle, the door swings open, almost slamming into me. I instinctively jump backward.

  “Oh, excuse…” My mouth drops open and her eyes lock on mine. I am surprised. Oh no! Please don’t tell me this woman is really some certified nut who’s stalking me! “Kara, what are you…”

  Without a word she grabs me, cups my face between her warm hands and kisses me, cutting me off and pushing me back into one of the opened stalls. She kicks the door shut. Her mouth is on mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth. Oh, God! Her lips are soft and so damn juicy. Her hand slides down my back, finding their way to my ass. She palms it, holding me tightly against her grinding pelvis. I moan and gyrate my hips into hers. My pussy already throbbing and slick from all of my previous lewd thoughts.

  “I wanna eat your pussy,” she says, reaching under my dress, grasping the waistband of my moist panties. I feel like I am teetering on the edge of deception being here with her—her fingers working my clit over—while leaving Jarrod sitting out there with his hard dick practically ready to burst through his pants.

  “Wait…wait,” I say breathlessly, trying to pry her hands from off of me. “You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.”

  “I’m here having dinner with a friend,” she says, grinning. “I saw you when you walked by our table. And now I’m ready for my dessert.”

  I blink. “And what’s that?”

  “You.” She pushes me up against the stall door and snakes her tongue inside my mouth. A shiver of arousal snakes up my spine as her body presses into mine. She pushes my panties aside to feel my wetness.

  “Oh, God, no,” I protest, concern in my voice. “What if someone walks in?”

  “Then we’ll give them a show. Do you want me inside of you, Ava?” Her lips press against my ear. She trails her hand along my quivering thighs.

  Oh, God!

  “Uh, um…”

  “Say it. Tell me you want me.”

  I am so very conflicted. Her hand is now pressed to my clit over my panties, and she’s kissing my neck. I let out a soft moan, tilting my head back to give her access.

  God, her hands and lips feel good!

  “I…want…mmm…wait…I…we…can’t do this.”

  “Yes, we can. And we will. Say you want me.”

  “Not here.”

  “Yes. Here. Right now.” Another soft moan escapes me as she loops her fingers into my Vickies and fingers my secret. My clit responds to her touch. “Let me taste this wet pussy, Ava.”

  “Oh, God…Oh, God…”

  “God can’t help you. Only this hot tongue can.”

  She plunges her fingers into my slickness. I shut my eyes and throw my head back, lifting a leg, planting my foot up on the toilet paper holder.

  Girl, get a grip of yourself!

  We’re in the women’s bathroom, for Christ’s sake! What if someone walks in and catches us?

  “I just want a taste of this wet, juicy fruit.” My thighs shake as she strokes me, working her fingers in and out of my dripping cunt. “You like that? You like the way I play in your pussy?”

  I moan. “Oh, God, yesssss.”

  “Let me lick your pussy. Then you can go back out there with lover boy, who is very handsome by the way.”

  In my head, I hear myself pleading for her to stop. I hear myself telling her no over and over, trying to pull her hand from between my wobbly legs. This is what I imagine myself doing. But it isn’t real. What’s real is that I am in a bathroom stall with another woman, enjoying the way her lips feel on mine. Loving the way her fingers feel on my clit, in my pussy. This shouldn’t be happening. But it is. And it feels…so fucking good!

  I am not a lesbian!

  “Oh, yesss…ooooooh, yessssss…”

  “C’mon, Ava. Let me get a taste of this pussy. The sooner you give me some, the sooner you can get back to your table. I know you don’t wanna keep lover boy waiting. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy so I can let you get back to him.”

  Her fingers ease out of my slickness. She puts them to my lips. I open my mouth. Allow her to slide her fingers in, tasting me on them. She slips her fingers from out of my mouth, then puts them in hers. Sensually, she sucks and licks them, turning me on more.

  I have allowed all of my good senses to get drowned in lust. I feel her hands inch their way back to my hips. Feel my panties slip down over my thighs. Trance-like, I step out of them. I know I am not in my right mind. But I don’t give a damn! I am horny!

  So fucking horny!

  “Eat my pussy,” I say in a throaty whisper.

  She grins, inching downward, squatting as she pushes my legs apart, spreading them wide. She wastes no time devouring my pussy with her hot, wet mouth. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming with pleasure as she feasts on my sex, sucking the folds of my pussy lips…licking my clit and pulling it in with her teeth…dipping her tongue into my hot, sticky hole.

  I am not supposed to be enjoying this…her tongue and mouth all over my p
ussy, but I am. “Oh, God, yes.”

  She pulls her tongue out of me, grabbing my hips. “Turn around. I wanna eat this sweet pussy from the back.” I do as she’s asked. My ass jiggles in her face as she grabs each cheek with her hands and shakes. She slaps it again. Tells me how she loves the way my soft, juicy ass quivers in her hands. “Pull open your ass for me.”

  I reach in back of me, and pull open my cheeks. No man has ever eaten me out this way—with skillful precision. Karalyn’s tongue work is breathtakingly superior. Yes, I’ve had my share of some great pussy eaters, but what Karalyn is doing to me with her mouth and tongue could quickly become an addiction.

  “Oh yes…mmmmm…eat that pussy, baby…oooooh…” I wind my hips. Bounce my ass up on her tongue. “Get that shit…oooh, yessss…”

  Karalyn has my whole body overtaken by lust. She has me saying shit I am sure I will regret saying when it is all said and done. When her lapping tongue goes from my slippery slit to my asshole, I buck my hips and start speaking in tongue. “Ooohfeelso goodooooohfeelsooooogoodoohoohoohooh…getitgetitgetitgetit…”

  Panting and moaning, my juices flow out into her mouth like a roaring river. She gulps and swallows every last drop, then gives my clit a long, lingering kiss, then stands up, leaving my cunt starving for more.

  Gasping as she gazes at me, my eyes lock onto hers for several stunned moments as she slowly licks her glistening lips, then kisses me—sharing her tongue and my sticky nectar with me.

  As always, I taste delicious.

  Five minutes after Karalyn leaves the bathroom, I return to my table where Jarrod is still sitting, glancing at his watch. He looks up at me. “Oh, there you are. I didn’t know if I should dial Nine-One-One or not. I was starting to get…” he frowns, concern etching over his face. “Is everything all right? You look flushed.”

  No, I’m not. My pussy is wet and wide open and aching to be fucked.

  I place a hand up to my forehead. “Yes, I mean, no.” I fan myself. “I’m a little hot”—yeah and very bothered—“that’s all. Let’s say we skip dessert and get out of here.” So you can finish up what Karalyn started. “I really like the idea of us making our own dessert.”

  He grins, standing up. “The check’s already paid. Let’s go.”

  Eight

  “We need to talk,” Karalyn says, brushing past me the minute I open the door. Her tone is as icy as the weather outside. I’m not surprised to see her. It’s been two weeks since I’ve last seen her. She looks beautiful wrapped in a full-length fur. “I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me?”

  I shut the door behind her, pulling the belt to my robe tighter around my waist. “I haven’t been avoiding you. I’ve been busy.”

  She whirls around and faces me. Hand on hip. “If you’re going to lie to me, Ava, at least make it a believable one.”

  She’s right. Although I haven’t flat-out ignored her emails or text messages, I’ve purposefully avoided talking to her on the phone, in fear that hearing her voice would make it more difficult than it already is to stay away from her. Like hot, melted Godiva chocolate drizzled over Häagen-Dazs ice cream, I’ve come to realize Karalyn’s dangerously addictive. And, after our steamy transgression inside the bathroom stall at Negril’s, she’s a guilty pleasure I’d rather not become hooked on—if I can help it.

  Besides, I’ve sort of been casually spending time with Jarrod the last few weekends. Okay, I’m using him. That night after our dinner date, I went back to his place and ravished every inch of his thick, dark chocolate pole. A part of me felt guilty knowing my ravenous desire for him was sparked more out of necessity than actual yearning. Karalyn—her mouth, her tongue, her fingers—caused that. Caused my pussy to cry out in desperate need to be fucked, deep and long and hard. That night, Jarrod delivered—well, I might add. He fed my pussy passionate strokes of pleasure. And, I’ve slept with him three more times since.

  In hopes of forgetting.

  Yet, my mind still sweeps through snapshots of Karalyn’s nakedness. The opening of her cunt, pink and glistening, pulled open—ready for my tongue and fingers. I had never eaten pussy, or sucked on a clit, before her, but hers—her sex, was warm and sweet and luscious. The tangy taste was tantalizing. I savored every drop of her, licking and lapping her up. Her clit pulsed in my mouth, slippery with juices. It’s an experience I will never forget.

  And no matter how hard I try to block what we shared out, I am still reminded of my own nakedness beneath hers. Our slick clits grinding and sliding against the other’s. The light flutter of her tongue over my nipples, over my skin—trailing down and over my body. The way her soft hands cupped my ass, pulling me into her with need and desire—heated images that keep me wanting more.

  Her eyes are on me, but for some reason I can’t bring myself to look at her. I shift my weight from one barefoot to the other, trying to contain the beating butterflies in my stomach.

  She unbuttons her coat. Underneath she is wearing a long black sweater dress over black leggings with a pair of black leather riding boots. “Have I done something to offend you?”

  I shake my head. “No. Not at all.”

  “Then what is it? Are you feeling guilty for allowing yourself to experience and enjoy what we shared?”

  I shift my eyes from her knowing gaze.

  Her eyes narrow as she slips off her coat. “So now you’re questioning your sexuality, aren’t you?”

  “No,” I say, crossing over into the center of the room, keeping a safe distance between us. I can smell her. Her perfume and her pussy—two distinct intoxicating scents. A pulse beats heavy in my throat as I swallow. “I’m not questioning anything. I know who I am. And I know what I like.”

  “And what is that, Ava? Who are you?”

  Confused.

  “I’m not a lesbian.”

  She cocks her head to one side, eyes glistening with amusement. “Who said you were?”

  “Well, no one,” I say, indignantly.

  She eyes me. “Look. I’m not here to throw myself on you or try to convert you into becoming some card-carrying, flag-flying lesbian. But I know that neither that weekend in the Poconos together nor the mini-tryst we shared in the bathroom stall has whet your curiosity. You want more. And there’s so much more I want to give you.”

  “Look, Kara. I really like you. And I’m glad we…you know. Did what we did. But I’m not interested in being in a relationship with a woman.”

  She laughs. “And I’m not asking you to be in one. I’m not trying to marry you, hon, so relax. I want to fuck you, Ava, frontward, backward, sideways, and in every other way imaginable. I want to push your imagination to its limit. Give you the sexual experiences your curiosity seeks.”

  My lashes flicker as I stare at her. Just in those words, she has managed to heat my pussy. My mind travels back to the cabin, then inside the bathroom stall. Flashes of the way her fingers and tongue teased my dripping slit, then slid into my pounding wetness—spreading me. Fucking me—invade my mind. “What we shared was great. And I thank you for the experience. But I can’t—”

  “Is your pussy wet?”

  “Excuse you?” I stare at her, disbelieving.

  “C’mon, Ava. Don’t play coy.” I shiver as she stalks toward me, lust flooding her eyes. “I can smell your wet pussy from here. It misses me, doesn’t it?”

  Embarrassment warms my cheeks. I swallow. My throat becomes suddenly dry. My clit throbs. My pussy feels thick with juices. I stand rooted in horny need as she reaches between my bare thighs, moaning as her fingers peel open my swollen petals, then plunge inside my pussy. Somehow, I have suddenly become a slave to her, to the erotic desires she’s unleashed within me. She smirks, satisfaction painted across her lips. “You’re soaking wet like I knew you’d be.”

  I close my eyes as she strokes me, two fingers, then three fingers, moving in and out of me. My pussy swallows her fingers as she goes deeper, squeezing them. “Give me that pussy, Ava…come all over my fin
gers for me…”

  I moan.

  This woman has me feeling like I am going to lose myself all over her hand in any moment. My breathing changes. I am on the brink of coming. She’s found my spot—again, causing my whole body to vibrate. The juicy entrance to my cunt sucking and clenching around her knuckles until I am creaming; my pussy swallowing more of her hand as I come.

  “You want me…?”

  Oh, God!

  She’s pushing into me, into that hot spot deep inside of me, pleasuring, swimming toward the surface slowly cresting to a wave. I am riding her fingers, riding this feeling…of heat and wet yearning.

  I moan. “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “I want…you,” I say, feeling lightheaded as my breath catches in the back of my throat. My climax takes me by surprise, blazing through me like a wildfire as she plucks at my clit, then plunges back into my soaking wet sex. Heat radiating through my cunt, scorching the edges of everything I am with a dark pleasure I never knew existed within me. Kara strums my pussy with her fingers, bringing me to sweet euphoria. Taking me to a whole new place of bliss.

  I let out a low deep moan, shuddering and clutching her hand between my thighs.

  She withdraws her fingers and brings them up to my lips. I open my mouth and suck her wet fingers like a sex-starved junkie. She brushes her lips against mine. Her tongue slips gently in, then out before she teases my lips with small licks, then bites, pulling my bottom lip into her mouth. Wetness floods over my pussy lips as her heated tongue finds its way back into my mouth. The kiss brief, but intense. I am breathless as she pulls away, lazily drinking me in with her gaze. Then slowly licking her lips.

  “The smell of your cunt makes my mouth water. I want to ravage you. Eat you up.” She leans into me, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “I’ll be back for brunch on Sunday.”

  It’s a whisper, hot and enticing. It’s message clear. She slips back into her mink, spins on her heels and walks out the door, leaving me standing in the middle of my living room—my body trembling, my pussy still quivering.