Authors: Elliott Kay
Lorelei
nodded. “Yes. With other women, certainly. We share that freedom. My freedoms
with other men are not such a simple matter, but he is already shedding that
concern faster than I expected. The hypocrisy bothers him, and he knows he will
never lose me to another. He knows what I am. He accepts me for it.”
Shannon’s
hand slid up Lorelei’s arm. Her skin felt amazingly smooth and inviting.
Shannon couldn’t deny the thrill of flirting so openly with another woman for
the first time. Yet this was more than flirting: she plainly knew where this
would lead, and that anticipation excited her even more. “So is this naughty,
or is this okay?”
“A little
of both.” Lorelei smirked. “I may not tell him, or I may derive some enjoyment
from taunting him about it. I’ll make up my mind later.”
“Do I get
to meet him?”
“No. I am
at least that selfish.” Lorelei returned Shannon’s touch, tracing her fingers
up and down the younger woman’s arms.
“Must be a
great guy to mean that much to you.”
“He is.”
“You said
we can’t limit ourselves to one partner without hurting them.”
“I don’t
believe you can, at least for now,” Lorelei corrected. “What I said was that my
situation and yours are both unique.” Her hand came up to the side of Shannon’s
head. Graceful fingers slid into her hair, lightly brushing her scalp with
their nails. Shannon’s breath grew audible.
“I’ve never
been with another woman,” Shannon murmured.
“Trust your
instincts. I very much doubt I will know the difference,” Lorelei said before
she drew the younger woman in for a kiss.
Their lips
touched tentatively at first, but both immediately wanted more. Drawn together,
the two repeated the brush of their lips several times, lingering longer and
opening more with each heartbeat until their tongues met. They seemed to mirror
and complement one another.
Shannon
felt the heat between them grow. More than one kind of heat, in fact: her body
came alive with arousal, and Lorelei’s as well, but she also understood now why
she felt so differently about sex after yesterday. Her desire genuinely
burned
inside, compelling her to act. Anything she did to satisfy it—like kissing
Lorelei, or seducing Kevin—made the burn comfortable, even delicious. Yet this
time she didn’t want raw passion and need. She enjoyed the sizzling tension
between herself and her new partner and the slow build toward relief.
Lorelei was
right about her instincts. Shannon felt the thrill of discovery as her body
responded to her partner’s touch, and as she explored Lorelei in turn. She felt
no sense of timidity, though, nor first time nerves. She knew what to do each
step of the way...or, rather, it seemed that everything she
wanted
to do hit all the right notes.
Gentle,
safe exploration by hand accompanied the long bout of kissing, mostly staying
to the arms, the shoulders and neck. Wordlessly, the pair agreed it was time
for more. Their hands came down and joined together. Their eyes fluttered open.
The ritual feeling of it all excited Shannon.
“My room is
a mess,” she said. “I had someone with me last night. The bed isn’t made.”
“No
apologies,” Lorelei replied. “This is what we are. Embrace it. Feel no shame on
my account. Take pride in your successes.”
Shannon
couldn’t hold back an excited smile. She knew exactly what Lorelei offered:
physical pleasure and intimacy with no presumptions or demands. Open,
comfortable acknowledgement of mutual lust. An experience with no price. Sex
for the sake of sex.
She could
get used to that very quickly.
Wanting to
keep the controlled tension going, Shannon calmly led Lorelei into her bedroom.
The comforter lay crumpled on the floor. She and Kevin had slept under the top
sheet alone, more than warm enough through one another’s presence. The outlines
of wet spots from the night before stood out on the sheets. One pillow still
sat stuffed behind the headboard to mitigate its banging against the wall.
Emboldened by Lorelei’s advice, Shannon felt no shame over any of it.
I had fun here last night
,
Shannon thought.
Check out the damage. Awesome, huh?
She turned
back to Lorelei. The succubus brought her hands to Shannon’s shoulders,
slipping off one strap from her top, and then the other. Shannon watched her
partner’s eyes and hands as Lorelei slowly undressed her. Lorelei’s touch
became bolder, mapping the curves of Shannon’s body as she pushed the redhead’s
top up and over her head and arms. She stood mutely as Lorelei unfastened and
unzipped her jeans, and looked down while Lorelei bent and slowly brought them
to the floor.
Desire and
envy roiled within her. Every move the succubus made enthralled Shannon even
more.
Will I ever be able to move like that?
she wondered, but the
answer came to her instantly. All this would come naturally from now on. She
didn’t feel envy. Admiration, yes, but soon it would be mutual.
Her
excitement stepped up another notch when Lorelei stepped in and brought her
arms around Shannon to unclasp her bra. She felt her breasts up against
Lorelei’s and let out a heavy breath as the garment fell away. Lorelei paused
to stroke and cup her breasts, drawing a moan of delight. Eventually her
fingertips slid downward again, this time hooking under Shannon’s panties to
draw them downward. Lorelei paused there, too, inhaling the scent of her new
partner.
Even months
into her previous relationships, Shannon felt self-conscious about her body.
She knew she had nothing to be embarrassed about, but she’d been raised with a
strong sense of modesty. Now she stood naked and openly aroused by a
stranger—another woman, no less—and felt nothing but confidence and pride.
Then it was
Shannon’s turn. Though she did not quite take as much time in undressing her partner
as Lorelei had, she took as much if not greater joy in the process. Every
revelation of skin made Shannon want more as she removed Lorelei’s top to
discover a lacy black bra, then unzipped her skirt and left it pooled at the
beauty’s feet to reveal black lace garters and stockings framing her silk
panties.
“You wear
these for your lover, don’t you?” Shannon grinned.
“Yes. And
now for you. But always for me, too. Your body is a treasure. Enjoy it. Enjoy
sharing it.”
Shannon did
nothing to cover her open admiration and lust. “I never wore stuff like this.
Didn’t want men thinking I was their toy.”
“Understandable.
You might give it a try some time,” Lorelei suggested, stepping in and dropping
her voice to intimate levels. “You might like it. Clothing makes you no one’s
toy. Let no one forget that. But you might find great fun in playing with it
from time to time with the right partner.”
“I’ve
always been afraid,” Shannon murmured, still touching and feasting her eyes on
this magnificent woman only inches away. “I was afraid I’d lose who I am.”
“Be whoever
you want to be, Shannon. All on your own terms. You can change a role as easily
as changing clothes. I will show you.”
Shannon
grinned. “Later?”
“Much
later,” Lorelei said before they kissed once more.
The embrace
felt so much better with fewer clothes. Shannon wanted to slide as much of her
skin against Lorelei’s as she could. She wanted to look at her and touch every
bit of her all at once. As if to emphasize her suggestion, Lorelei took a
passive approach; she stood and enjoyed, wordlessly offering herself to Shannon
in any way the redhead wished.
Shannon
took full advantage. Her hands roamed Lorelei’s body, stroking and then
clutching her ass as she kissed the succubus. She reached up and kneaded her breasts
without removing the bra, eliciting a soft moan of approval. Eventually, this
was not enough. Shannon unfastened the garment and tossed it away. Confronted
with the beauty of Lorelei’s chest, Shannon took one knee, and then another,
and soon kissed another woman’s breasts for the first time in her life. Soft
flesh welcomed her touch. Erect nipples offered themselves to Shannon’s tongue.
She liked
it more than she expected. Lorelei responded wonderfully, placing her hands on
Shannon’s head and shoulders. The older woman exuded submission. Shannon had no
doubt that Lorelei could turn the tables and leave her in a pleading,
whimpering pile of surrender with little effort. It gave her a sense of what
Lorelei meant about playing different roles.
She wanted this.
She wanted new partners, new experiences and new roles. If that made her a slut
in the eyes of others, so be it—they would not get to enjoy Shannon’s charms.
The most
beautiful woman Shannon had ever met quivered in her arms and under her kiss.
Shannon toyed with her, one hand stroking Lorelei’s inner thighs and teasing at
her center. The garter eventually came free. Shannon knelt and slipped
Lorelei’s panties. The intoxicating scent alone felt like a new reward.
She stood,
finding the eyes of an equal before her now rather than those of a sex toy.
Shannon gestured invitingly to her bed. Lorelei nodded. The two lay side by
side in an embrace that indulged both of their welcoming bodies.
Sensual
pleasure rose with every moment of contact. Shannon thought she might climax
just from that, but then it was her turn to be toyed with. As Lorelei’s tongue
invaded her mouth, Shannon felt the nipple of her breast pushed and then
pinched between her partner’s fingers. She had to open her mouth even wider to
moan into Lorelei’s kiss.
Then
Lorelei’s thigh came between Shannon’s legs. She was impossibly wet, ready for
just about anything, and now this smooth, soft, perfect skin began to slide and
grind between her legs. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Shannon’s muscles involuntarily
tensed all over her body. She wanted more. Lorelei obliged.
Eventually,
Shannon grew accustomed enough to the pleasure to regain some control.
Lorelei’s own sex was equally exposed; the redhead shifted, knowing what to do
as much from immediate experience as from instinct. She heard Lorelei’s breath
change and knew she’d found a way to return the favor.
Their first
orgasm built as they continued their grind. Shannon’s whole body shook. She and
Lorelei came together, riding out their spasms together and basking in one
another’s arms.
She should
have been spent. She should have needed time to recover. Instead, “Oh God, it’s
only worse,” whimpered the younger woman. “I need more!”
“Worse?”
asked Lorelei, at once taunting and understanding. “Or better?” Her kiss
smothered the rest of Shannon’s pleas. Her hand trailed down Shannon’s center.
As she could form no words while occupied with Lorelei’s lips, the redhead
could only beg with panting breath.
Hyper-sensitive
and receptive to every touch, Shannon noticed a change in the feeling of
Lorelei’s fingertips while they slowly moved from her shoulder to her groin.
She was sure, in fact, that Lorelei wanted her to feel it: her fingernails
literally shrank. By the time Shannon felt the other woman’s touch pass through
her thin bush and reach her wet lips, Lorelei’s fingertips felt perfectly
rounded.
Those
fingertips played with her flesh. They teased her, tortured her and left her
pleading in soft moans before the first of them finally invaded her. Lorelei
broke off her kiss so Shannon could cry out. The succubus knew exactly how to
touch her. Shannon felt a thumb glide gently over her clit while Lorelei’s
finger bent in a hook and stroked the most sensitive spot within.
Orgasm came
on quickly, rushed more by Shannon’s feelings of complete vulnerability to her
partner than by physical stimulation. Lorelei brought her through the spasms,
still focusing her attention on Shannon’s pleasure. Her expert strokes
continued while Shannon cooled down. Her mouth came to Shannon’s breast to kiss
and pinch her nipple with pleasing lips. All Shannon could do was writhe and
moan and enjoy.
Ecstasy
obscured the passage of time. Shannon laid there forever under Lorelei’s sway,
held to only a short, blissful distance from another climax. Perhaps it was
only minutes. Perhaps it was hours. Over and over, her eyes drifted open to
drink in the sight of her beautiful partner and her own lovely body, then
closed once more to focus on the sensation.
“Lorelei,”
Shannon breathed, “you’re ruining me for anyone else.”
“No,”
Lorelei replied. “I’m freeing you.”
Lorelei’s
kiss slid down Shannon’s body. Enthralled and pleasured far beyond her
experience already, Shannon couldn’t believe there was more to anticipate, but
now she saw and felt Lorelei’s face slide closer to her groin. Their eyes met
once more. Shannon nearly opened her mouth to beg for it, but before she could
give voice to her need Lorelei’s tongue descended onto Shannon’s wet flesh.
She cried
out loudly. Shannon threw her head back into her pillow and gripped her sheets.
Lorelei’s first light lick was followed by another, and then by a third, and
soon her oral attentions became much more direct and encompassing. Shannon felt
herself devoured by the older woman. Again, she nearly crested, but before that
satisfaction was reached Lorelei shifted into a new pleasure: her tongue
invaded Shannon, thick and dexterous and perfect.