Page 12 of Surfer Girl

“Okay?” Sophie gushed. “I’ve never heard anything so erotic in my life.”

They laughed, nervously, before Jessie raised a trembling finger to press against Sophie’s warm, tender lips. “We don’t have to say anything if we don’t want. We can just look and touch and feel for now—if that’s all right?”

Sophie grinned bashfully. “Sorry, I talk too much when I get nervous.”

Jessie shook her head, reaching out to stroke her lover’s shoulder. It was bare and soft and sandy to the touch, the gentle beginnings of what might come next. “There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Jessie told her. “I’ll never do anything to hurt you, and I’ll stop the minute you ask me to, okay?”

Sophie nodded, then spoke no more. Jessie smiled, eager to reassure her before the time for words was officially done. “Hey, this is still pretty new to me too, okay? But if you want, I’ll take the lead, all right?”

Sophie nodded eagerly, as if relieved. “I’d like that, Jessie. I like it when you…take control.”

Jessie swallowed. Hard. In most of her other encounters, she’d been either a nervous equal or a willing subordinate. Suddenly, to be the more experienced of the two made her very excited indeed. “It’s not about control, Sophie,” she explained. “It’s about pleasure. I’d love to pleasure you, in every possible way. Would you like that?”

At last, Sophie sensed that more words would only delay what they both wanted so very, very badly. Instead of speaking, she merely nodded, eyes big as she bit down on her lower lip, as if to silence herself.

Jessie inched closer, smiling before leaning in to whisper in Sophie’s ear, “Trust me, Sophie, you’re in good hands.” Jessie had no idea what she was doing taking the lead, but she felt the truth of her words even as she said them. With Sophie, it seemed, she could do anything, even be an able and willing lover when, in the past, she’d only fumbled her way to ecstasy.

Realizing their words had run dry, Jessie leaned gently back and began to trace her hand across Sophie’s rich, brown skin, first with her right hand on one shoulder, then with her left on the other. It felt so strange, the sudden connection—not to mention the freedom—to touch another woman so openly. No fear of a coach or movie theater manager barging in, no deadline or pressure, nothing but soft, warm sunlight and oodles and oodles of time.

She took full advantage and stepped closer. She reached behind Sophie’s back to gently tug at the loose knot that held her colorful, mismatched bikini top in place. It gave easily, and Jessie pulled both sides of the string away until the top lifted from Sophie’s full, round breasts. As if fearing she might chicken out, Jessie quickly slid the bikini over Sophie’s head and tossed it onto the nearby kitchen counter. It landed with a damp, wetthwockthat echoed through the otherwise silent beach retreat.

The sound made them both laugh, but unlike before, this time Sophie didn’t rush to fill the nervous silence that followed with more words. Instead, she licked her lips, and peered back at Jessie with those warm, brown eyes, as trusting as they were hungry.

Jessie’s skin was on fire, her heart pounding, making her dizzy and her hands tremble as she reached out to gently caress Sophie’s breasts. They were warm from the sun and damp from the sea and like nothing Jessie had ever felt before.

She apparently wasn’t alone, as Sophie gasped and shook beneath Jessie’s tentative caress. Her skin was so responsive, goose bumps sprang to life and her nipples grew stiff before Jessie’s eyes. She used her fingertips to lightly caress the rounded curve of each breast itself while her thumbs gently rasped across each aching, tender nipple.

Sophie sighed with delight, or maybe that was just Jessie. A world away, or so it seemed, waves broke on the distant shoreline outside the open window. Inside, despite the soft ocean breezes, Sophie’s prediction came true and sweat glistened across her bronze skin, making the pale globes of her breasts slick to the touch and glossy to the eye. She breathed rapidly in concert with the rasping of Jessie’s thumbs, body shivering with pleasure and desire.

Jessie grew damp inside her own bikini bottoms, for already she had spent more time with a naked woman than at any other point in her life. Bending slightly, Jessie favored first Sophie’s right breast, then the left, with panting, breathless kisses that were as eager as they were lingering. She wanted to taste every drop of sweat, tongue every ripe ridge and swell of Sophie’s breasts, so sweet in her hungry lips. Sophie bucked and squirmed and squeezed her eyes shut, her tangy scent filling the room and urging Jessie forward; ever forward.

All the same, Jessie forced herself to stop and savor the soft skin beneath her tongue, the pale flesh inside her lips, the hard nipples as she sucked them greedily, the sound as exotic and raw as the hunger and desperation building up inside her.

Eager to touch and taste her lover’s sweet liquor next, Jessie began to slide her right hand down Sophie’s rib cage and toward her shapely waist. Her body was ripe with curves, sweaty flesh yielding to Jessie’s tender touch. Her belly trembled, almost violently, as Jessie led her fingertips toward and just inside the front panel of her bikini bottoms.

The heat from within was intense, Sophie’s pubic thatch rich and untended, her vulva sticky and slick as Jessie gently fingered her pink petals with increasing intensity. Sophie moaned and instinctively ground her mound against the two wet fingertips that danced along its fiery surface, gently circling but not mining her bud so as to prolong the intense pleasure they were both enjoying from these first tentative touches.

Jessie had never felt skin so warm or wet before, except perhaps her own at that very moment. Her lips danced from Sophie’s right breast up to her lips where they kissed fervently while Jessie’s left hand slid down and inside the back of her lover’s tight, damp bikini.

Grabbing her left cheek, ripe and round, Jessie used it as a rudder, steering Sophie’s wet clit across her probing fingers as they pressed and danced along the swollen bud, aching and sizzling with need. With each grind and thrust, with each gasp and pant, the bikini crept down…then down some more. As if eager to help, or perhaps speed things along, Sophie silently hooked a thumb on either side of the waistband and yanked it down to mid-thigh.

Jessie used the sudden freedom and range of motion to bear down and promptly, almost violently, tender the day’s first climax from her lover. Sophie squealed and bit down gently on Jessie’s shoulder, trembling with every fiber of her being and growing hoarse from struggling not to scream instead. Jessie clung to her, fingertip damp with Sophie’s nectar, eventually using it to glide around and across her bud once the initial tremors had subsided to a low, steady hum.

She came again, less quickly this time but no less intensely, voice growing hoarse from her desperate pants and moans. As if afraid she might miss a single drop of Sophie’s tangy liquor, Jessie slid to her knees, gently dragging Sophie with her. Her feverish hands tugged off her bikini bottoms the rest of the way as Sophie sank onto the edge of the comfortable leather settee.

Right hand atop one thigh, Jessie used her left to gently lay Sophie down on top of the pile of pillows resting against the back of the big chair. Moaning with yet unfulfilled desire, Sophie instinctively spread her thighs as Jessie pressed hungry lips against her damp pubic hair. It tasted of the salty sea and Sophie’s own unique brine, sweet and tangy on Jessie’s probing tongue. Teasing her squirming lover, Jessie pressed feathery kisses to her soft belly while her hands snuck across Sophie’s hip bones and around to grasp a firm, fleshy cheek in each palm.

Sophie turned her head from side to side, her curly black hair damp once more from the free-flowing sweat that covered both their bodies. She stretched her arms above her head, grasping the headrest of the chair as if clinging on for dear life. The stage set, the feast of flesh spread out before her, Jessie gently lifted Sophie’s firm rump up off the chair, guiding her glistening bush toward her face.

All it took was the press of Jessie’s firm tongue against her engorged clit for Sophie to come once more. As the massive waves crashed and ebbed, Jessie traded in her tongue for her lips, tenderly lapping her lover’s mound in quick, quaking movements that grew steadily more intense with each violent, shuddering climax.

Jessie waited each one out, tenderly tasting Sophie’s musky ecstasy as if desperate for more. Time slowed to a crawl as Jessie lingered between Sophie’s thighs, peering at the shimmering pink petals between licking their sheen clean and puckering an expert pair of lips around her clit before pressing them firmly against the swollen mound, until they both lost count of how many times Sophie came.

When at last Sophie summoned the strength to rise up on her elbows, she simultaneously closed her thighs on either side of Jessie’s face. Their eyes meeting above her damp, trembling belly, Sophie croaked, “No! More!”

Jessie nodded and rose, licking her lips to savor every drop of Sophie’s tangy juices, as plentiful as they were piquant. “If you insist,” she teased, reaching behind her back to quickly untie and drag off her own bikini top.

“Lie down,” Sophie urged, though she made no move to get up or make room for her. “I want to taste you now.”

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