Lesbian Erotica
"One On One" a steamy sex story by Kris Williams
Read Part I "Such Good Friends"
The phone rang just as I was about to climb into the tub, and I cursed under my breath and ran for it, wrapping a towel around my naked body.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Treese, how are you?”
To my surprise it was Kendra, my good friend Cameron’s girlfriend, and my face grew hot as I remembered what we had been doing the last time I had seen her. Cam and Kendra had initiated a threesome; both of them had made love to me at once, bringing me to peaks of sexual ecstasy I had never dreamed existed. It had astonished me how excited by Kendra’s touch I had been, and even though we had parted on the best of terms, I was still embarrassed by the memory of my total lack of inhibition.
“Hey, Kendra,” I said hesitantly. “I’m good. I was just going to take a bath –” I cut myself off hastily, not wanting to sound like I was trying to entice her, and my face burned.
“Sounds like fun,” Kendra said her voice husky, and an unexpected wave of desire washed over me. “I wish I could join you.”
My mind was suddenly full of erotic images of the two of us, slippery with soap and lust, playing in the warm water, and I didn’t know what to say.
“Sorry, Treese,” Kendra said, sounding shamefaced. “I must sound like such a slut. I just can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Really?” The word was out before I could stop it, and she laughed a throaty, sexy sound.
“Really. I’ve had the hots for you for so long … you have no idea.”
“I can’t believe how you made me feel,” I confessed, my body starting to tingle. I resisted the urge to drop my towel; at the desire in her voice I wanted to be naked, naked and at her mercy. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Want to do it again?” Kendra invited, and a bolt of lust shot through me that ended right between my legs.
“When?” I whispered; my voice was getting hoarse as well, and Kendra laughed knowingly.
“Right now,” she said. “I want you, Treese. I really fucking want you. Can I come over?” I had to sit down; the excitement rushing through me was making me lightheaded.
“Yeah, please come over,” I told her, and she hung up without saying anything else.
When I heard the buzzer, my heart leaped.
Jesus, calm down! I said to myself, but my hands were shaking; I wasn’t listening.
When I opened the apartment door Kendra came right in, putting her arms around me and kissing me hard on the mouth. Her lips were delicate but hungry, and I tangled my fingers in her dark hair and pressed myself against her. She kicked the door closed with her foot and her hands began to explore underneath the towel I still had wrapped around me. Finally she pulled away, her breath coming hard and her face flushed.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe what you do to me,” she said unsteadily, putting her hands on my shoulders and caressing my skin gently. I undid the towel and let it fall to the floor, displaying myself for her, and her fingers moved down, to my breasts and the nipples that had hardened into bullets. The feel of her touching me made me weak, and I felt curiously vulnerable standing there totally naked while she was fully dressed.
“Still have that bath ready, Treese?” Kendra asked, and I nodded, leaning forward and kissing her. We went into the bathroom and Kendra stripped, dropping each item of clothing carelessly to the floor. I devoured her beautiful body with my eyes; taut and firm, she had small, perfect breasts and sensuously curved hips. We stood in front of each other, our chests rising and falling with our quick, excited breathing, and at last we reached out at the same time, placing our hands on each other’s hips.
Kendra’s fingers trailed down my belly, searching between my legs in a delicate, teasing way, and I knew she could feel my slippery wetness.
“Oh God, I want to taste this,” she murmured. Her hands moved to my wrists and she pulled me gently onto the floor with her. When I was lying on my back, looking up at her with wide eyes, Kendra reached out and ran one finger along my jaw.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are, Treese,” she said, moving her body down until she was between my legs. She gripped my hips and lowered her head, and when I felt her tongue flick out and taste me I moaned.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Kendra told me softly, and the feeling of her breath on my delicate tissue was an agonizing tease. She began to taunt me with her tongue, concentrating just enough in one spot to almost bring me to climax, then moving and doing the same elsewhere. My hips bucked and my head thrashed back and forth, and I began to beg.
“Please, oh God, Kendra please –” Kendra raised her head and smiled at me, a sleepy, lustful smile.
“What, baby?” she asked.
I gasped, “Let me come oh please let me come – ” Kendra lowered her head again and caressed me briefly with her tongue, and I let out a frantic cry as desire surged, almost to the top of that exquisite peak, but not quite.
“Do you want it?” she asked, and I breathed, “Oh God yes, I want it I want it so badly –” Her tongue flicked out and licked my throbbing clitoris, once, twice, then again, and I almost screamed.
“Do you need it, Treese?” Kendra crooned, and my hands clenched her shoulders convulsively.
“Oh God I need it yes I need it, I need it –”
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Then her fingers were inside me, her tongue working my clit with a light, steady pressure, and I was coming, Oh Lord I was coming, and the waves tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened, as I let out cry after cry.
Kendra pulled her body up to lie on top of mine, and I held her tightly as tears ran down my face.
“Nice?” she whispered in my ear, and I sobbed, “Oh God, Kendra, Oh God –” She stroked my hair and kissed my cheek, and at last I managed to get myself under control.
“Tell me, Treese, have you ever eaten the peach?” Kendra’s voice was a cool breath in my ear, and at first I didn’t understand what she meant. I looked at her curiously, and she laughed softly at my expression.
“Have you ever gone down on a woman, baby?” she asked, and I shook my head; I had never even thought of doing such a thing. Kendra cupped my cheek in her hand, and I could smell myself on her fingers. Musky and erotic, that woman-scent drowned me in another wave of lust, and suddenly I wanted to learn.
“Teach me,” I whispered, and she groaned and grabbed my hand, thrusting it between her legs. She was so slippery that I couldn’t do anything but slide my fingers back and forth, and at the feel of her slick tissue my breath caught again.
“You lie down now,” I told her, and we switched places, Kendra on the bottom, me between her legs. Her pussy was beautiful, with trimmed black hair and slender, delicate lips, and I could see the tip of her clit protruding from between them like a shy rosebud. I placed one fingertip on it and Kendra gasped and lifted her hips off the floor. I explored further, sliding my fingers inside the folds on either side and caressing her gently, and she began to make helpless, guttural noises in the back of her throat.
“Kiss it,” she said urgently, and I dipped my head and did as she asked, placing my mouth on that delicate bud and kissing it gently. “Use your tongue, baby,” Kendra begged, and I let my tongue trail along her swollen tissue, provoking an urgent moan that sent another furious spark of lust through me. The smell of her was exquisite; musky, earthy, sensual, and my own clit began to throb in response to her wild gyrations. I used my tongue the way she had used hers, delicate, teasing little touches that made her swell against my lips, and when I reached between her legs the hair was soaked.
“Am I doing it right?” I asked, and she groaned.
“Oh Christ yes, keep going Treese oh Jesus keep going –”
I slipped two fingers into her, feeling her inner muscles clench around them. I flicked my tongue against her clit over and over, and when she came I could feel it, I could feel those muscles spasm against my fingers, and she bucked her hips again and again and screamed from the ecstasy of it.
I had never felt like more of a woman: so sensual, so elemental and I moved my body up and on top of her and looked into her eyes. Kendra brought her hands up and placed them on the sides of my face, and I smiled at her.
“Wow,” I said, and she laughed.
She pulled my head down and kissed me, and as our tongues danced we caressed each other with reverence, feeling a passionate familiarity begin to build between us. At last Kendra sat up, looking around.
“Where do you keep your shaving stuff?” she asked, and I indicated the bathtub with a wave of my hand.
“Over there,” I told her. “Why?” Kendra smiled mischievously.
“I want to shave you.” She got to her feet and reached over to the far side of the tub for my can of shaving cream. I watched her gorgeous ass as she stretched, and I reached up and ran my hand over her smooth buttocks. When she had gotten the cream and a razor Kendra came back and sat between my legs again.
“Lie back baby,” she whispered, and I asked her what she was going to do. Kendra pushed me gently backwards, and when I was lying down she expressed a generous dollop of shaving cream into her palm.
“I’m going to shave you smooth,” she told me, and when her palm massaged the cream onto my vulva I let out a gasp that was half shock, half lust. “Stay still, Treese,” Kendra entreated. “I don’t want to nick your beautiful pussy.”
She sat cross-legged between my thighs and began to apply the razor with skillful, gentle strokes, rinsing it often to get rid of the hair that clogged it. The feeling of those sharp blades so close to my clit was incredibly arousing, and I had to force myself not to move my hips. Kendra worked with studious care, reapplying the cream every now and then, her fingers stretching the skin of my vulva gently to remove every last trace of hair. Finally she cleaned me gently with a warm washcloth, and when she looked at my face her eyes shone with something like love. She bent over and kissed me between the legs, and the sensation of her lips on that newly bare skin was breathtaking.
“Just like a little girl,” Kendra murmured. “Will you be my little girl, Treese?”
“Yes,” I told her, barely able to think past the desire rushing through me. “You know I will.” Kendra ran her fingers over me, cupping my pussy possessively, and I pushed back against her hand, loving the feel of myself trapped in her warm palm.
“Let’s take a bath,” she suggested, and rose to her feet to add hot water to the now lukewarm tub.
We slipped into the water, and I took a fragrant bar of soap and began to wash her, running eager hands over every inch of her slippery skin. I poured shampoo into my palm and applied it to her hair, working it into a rich lather, massaging her scalp with tender fingers. Then I took the shower attachment and rinsed her over and over, kissing her deeply while the clean water poured over both our faces.
Then she washed me, and I gloried in the feeling of her hands on me, wanting to stay forever in this warm, steamy room, being loved and appreciated by this gorgeous woman. When we got out of the water and began to dry ourselves off, Kendra looked at me with an intimate smile.
“What?” I asked, reaching out to touch the side of her face.
“I think Cam’s in trouble,” she told me, and I laughed.
I thought so, too.
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Copyright June 2011, Kris Williams.
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