Page 26 of Party Favors
“It’s your roller derby name, right?” Amanda said, and Wren nodded.
“A bunch of the team got them together. It was my idea,” Wren admitted. “We weren’t sober, but I like it.”
Amanda pressed her lips to the tattoo. “I like it too.” This close, she could smell Wren’s pussy. It was intoxicating. “I’ve never done this before.”
“It’s okay.” Wren tucked a tendril of hair behind Amanda’s ear. A tender place in Amanda’s chest twisted. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I want to.” The words were so simple, but they seemed to hold the key to the fluttering in her chest. Amandawantedto. There were so many things she wanted to experience. So manywants, but this was at the top of the list. “Tell me if I do it wrong.”
Wren sucked in a shuddery breath. “All right.”
Amanda tentatively licked up through Wren’s pussy, slipping slightly inside, before reaching her clit. Wren gasped and fisted the bedspread underneath her. She was wet, both from being turned on and from being in the hot tub.
Amanda hadn’t known what to expect. She’d tasted herself before. Had licked her fingers after making herself come and imagined what it would be like for that slickness to be someone else’s. But Wren tasted different. Earthy and mellow on her tongue.
Amanda tasted again and again, loving it and thirsting for more. Wren gasped and let loose soft kitten sounds that were so different than the other noises Amanda had heard from her.
Amanda had been so sure that she knew herself. That she understood the depths of her desire, the shape that it could take. But this—the sex in the hot tub followed by Wren writhing on her lips—opened the door to a hunger she never expected. It was this big, scary, shifting thing.
She strummed her fingers over Wren’s pussy lips, enthralled by the silkiness, and focused her mouth on Wren’s clit.
“Fuck me,” Wren whispered.
Amanda slipped two fingers inside her slowly. The heat was incredible. Wren’s pussy contracted around her digits as Amanda stroked Wren’s G-spot.
“Am I doing okay?” Amanda asked.
“Yeah.” Wren threaded her fingers into Amanda’s hair, loosening the messy bun, causing her hair to come free and skim over Wren’s thighs. “It shouldn’t be so hot that you’ve never done this before, but it is. You’re doing so awesome.”
Amanda smiled and suckled Wren’s clit, happy that Wren was enjoying it. Wren’s legs trembled around Amanda’s ears.
“Harder,” Wren gasped out.
“Which?” Amanda said, not sure if Wren wanted Amanda to fuck her harder or suck harder.
“Both.”
It took Amanda a minute to figure out how to coordinate her mouth and hand in the most effective way, but once she got it, Wren cried out.
Amanda figured this was as good a time as any to use the vibrator. She would have happily serviced Wren for hours, but her jaw was getting tired. She needed to work up some stamina, and she would have done so happily.
Too bad she only had two more days to practice.
With her index and middle finger on her left hand in Wren’s pussy and the Fingerslip vibrator on her right index finger, Amanda went to work. Wren’s body tensed, her legs jerking straight out, when Amanda ran the vibrator over her clit for the first time.
“Hell yeah, pretty girl. Keep doing that. Gonna make me come.”
Amanda didn’t want to miss the chance to feel Wren’s orgasm on her tongue, so she licked around her fingers lodged deep inside Wren. She circled the vibrator around and around Wren’s clit.
Wren’s pussy was tight, squeezing her. Then suddenly it fluttered, and all the tension left Wren’s body in long, pulsing waves that Amanda rode with eagerness and joy.
Once Wren had stopped twisting and moaning, Amanda removed her fingers but not her mouth. She never wanted to remove her mouth, happy to catch the remnants of Wren’s pleasure on her tongue.
Wren rubbed a thumb over Amanda’s eyebrow, then down her temple. She sighed, and it sounded like contentment to Amanda’s ears.
“You’re a nice little slut, aren’t you, baby? Cleaning me up,” Wren whispered, tenderness in her voice. Amanda liked that way too much. “Come up here and kiss me.”
Amanda moved so fast it was as if her body reacted before her brain. She didn’t know why Wren’s words had hit her the way they did. It didn’t feel like they were about sex because they’d both come already, and Amanda was totally satiated. No, Wren’s words felt like romance, the kind that was dirty and perfect. The kind Amanda had coveted for so long, and that made the confusing lust in Amanda warp and grow and overwhelm her.
