Page 16 of Stuck with You

Then she curled her fingers inside me while giving my clitoris another hard pinch with her other hand. I screamed her nameas my body started to shudder with the force of my orgasm. It seemed to go on and on, Taylor stroking me through the waves of pleasure until I finally collapsed down onto the bench again, gasping for breath. Totally sated.

If this was what it was like having sex with a woman – or at least getting finger fucked by a woman – I’d been missing a lot of incredible orgasms being only with men. I’d slept with my fair share of guys but I’d never come so hard that I left my body.

I heard Taylor move to the sink in the corner, then the water turned on. She returned a few seconds later. Her blonde hair was a little disheveled.

“Get up,” she said in that cold, bossy voice. “Our time here is almost up.”

I stood up on unsteady feet, feeling shellshocked. My body was still vibrating and I’d barely caught my breath.

“That was…”

My words trailed off as I looked at her. She met my gaze, not a trace of emotion showing on her impassive face. Despite what we’d shared the last hour she seemed distant. Cold even. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I might as well have been a stranger she passed on the street corner for all the emotion she was showing.

Taylor had just given me the most incredible orgasm of my life. Had it meant anything to her at all?

Taylor

“Who was that you were playing with?”

I looked up as my friend April sat down on the stool next to mine. She was in full dominatrix mode, dressed head to toe in shiny black latex. I didn’t know how she wore that shit – it made me sweat buckets. I preferred corsets and leather miniskirts or form-fitting black dresses, both paired with high heeled boots.

“That was Aubrey.”

“The girl who got you arrested?” she asked. “You’re still doing scenes with her?”

“It was only our second time,” I said.

The slight defensiveness caught her attention, and April gave me a long look.

“Wait. You have feelings for her, don’t you?” she asked. “I knew there was something there.”

“There’s nothing there,” I denied. “I just gave her a spanking and got her off.”

“Did you kiss her?” she asked. “Make her get you off too?”

“No, I’m not crossing that line with this one.”

“Interesting.”

My friend took a long drink of the beer that the bartender Kristina had set in front of her while I tried not to squirm.

“I thought you said it was hot when you two kissed before?” she finally asked.

“It was, but that doesn’t mean I have to do it again.”

“But you’re going to fuck her, right?” April asked. “Eventually?”

“No, I’ve decided that I’m keeping things platonic with her.”

I’d made that decision the minute I touched her pussy and realized that there was no way I could keep my boundaries around her if I let myself relax around her.

“And I’m definitely not going to kiss her again. Ever,” I added emphatically.

“Ah.”

“Ah?” I repeated.

April took another sip of her beer then looked around the bar, her gaze landing on a shy looking submissive in the corner before returning to me.

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