“Hell yeah, I do.” She ran her fingers along the rows of records, pulled out a sleeve, and then from it placed a vinyl onto her turntable. The rows of vacuum tubes on the amplifier glowed a warm orange as the equally comforting and sensual tones of George Benson’s guitar filled the loft.
I sat down on the sofa. Typically, I would’ve felt slightly uncomfortable being in a stranger’s apartment for the first time, but I actually felt fine. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was because Melany was the first person I’d opened up to in so long, or maybe it was the fact that I was actually feeling attracted to her. I wasn’t an idiot—she’d invited me back to her place, and I accepted. I knew what she wanted. Maybe I’d subconsciously gone to George Benson for a reason—his slow, sexy jams were perfect for that. Maybe I actually wanted it too… It’d been a long time, and today had been an actual positive in a long line of negatives. Why not indulge? It could be a one night stand. People did one night stands all the time.
What is this track? Oh, right. “Use Me.” That’s fitting.
I sunk further down into the sofa, and downed the glass of wine. Melany came over and sat down next to me. Her thigh rubbed up against mine, and I caught her faint, delicious scent. My stomach was full of butterflies, and I felt a swell of excitement rush between my thighs. Yeah, it’d be nice to get laid again. I could use this. It’s just a one night deal, it’s just for fun. I realized then just how horny I was. I could feel that I was already wet. Well, that’s something I haven’t felt in a while.
“You know,” she said, leaning a little closer so that our shoulders were touching. “I wasn’t expecting to connect so well with you. Tonight was a lot of fun.”
Her hand slipped onto my thigh, sending trembling shocks through my legs to my stomach. I pressed my thighs together in some attempt to contain my excitement. I had no idea if she could see it or not. I didn’t care. At that moment, I really couldn’t have cared less what Melany had to say. I just wanted to see what she looked like with her clothes off.
“Mm,” I said. Fuck it, I’ll go for it. I put my hand on hers and quickly leaned in to press my lips to hers. Melany seemed to freeze for a split second before she returned the kiss full force. I pushed her back, spl
itting away from her, and went for the buttons of her shirt. It wasn’t long before both of our shirts were tossed aside, and Melany had me down on the couch, her lips running all over my body. I moaned, pushing my fingers through her hair with one hand as I undid my jeans with the other.
“We can go slow, if you want,” she murmured.
“No,” I breathed. “No, I don’t want to go slow.” Let’s not beat around the bush here. Let’s do what we came to do.
I wiggled out of my jeans, and as Melany brought her lips back to mine, she thrust her hand down the front of my underwear and curled her fingers up to meet my wetness. I gasped and threw my arms around her neck, pushing myself up towards her. Fuck, it’d been so long since anyone had touched me. Especially a girl.. I was practically aching for release, drowning in the pleasure of another woman’s touch. Yeah, I really did need this.
“Wait.” I pushed her back and got down on my knees on the floor between her legs and undid the clasp of her skirt. I wanted her first. I drew down the zipper and shimmied it down her thighs. It was like I was unwrapping a present. I didn’t waste time being coy—I slipped my fingers under the band of her panties and pulled them down. She opened her legs for me, revealing her loveliness for me to admire. Damn, she’s gorgeous all over.
“Oh shit,” she moaned as I brought my tongue to her. “That feels so good.”
I pushed two fingers inside and massaged her as I made circles around her clit with my tongue, enjoying every little jerk and shudder of her body in response to me. She slid her hand around the back of my head, urging on my motions as she twisted her hips against me, moaning all the while.
“My turn,” she breathed. “Turn around, bend over. Let me lick you from behind.”
“Go easy, okay?” I said. “It’s been a while for me.”
“Anything you want, Kendra,” she murmured, and I felt her lips dance across my ass cheeks, and I flinched in surprise when her tongue played over my pussy. My eyes fluttered back when her lips drew over my clit as her tongue flicked all over. Max had refused to go down on me, so it felt incredible to experience the sensation of Melany’s mouth on my pussy. I moaned when I felt her push a finger inside. Holy shit! It was just one finger, but the way she moved it made it feel like more. She knew exactly where and how to put pressure. She was slow and precise, unlike Max who loved to use his fingers on me like a fucking jackhammer.
“Mm…” I pressed my face into the leather cushion.
“Just a warmup,” she said, and I let out a breath as I felt her insert a second finger inside of me. She moved them slowly, curling them slightly to press against my spot. I was so wet, but I couldn’t hold back a shout. My fingertips clutched at the slippery leather of the couch. “Oh, God,” I cried.
Melany knew just what to do with both her fingers and her tongue. God, did it feel good.
“Okay,” I breathed. “Wow, yeah…”
“Midnight Love Affair” was playing on the stereo now, accented by the sound of her fingers playing deep inside of my wetness. It didn’t take me long to become a quivering, orgasmic mess.
I stayed bent over the couch, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My world spun around me, and I finally regained control of my body, which was still tingling with the orgasm.
Wow. That actually happened.
Suddenly, with the intoxicating effects of lust wearing off, I felt awkward and self-conscious. I scooped up my clothes from the floor.
“You were amazing,” Melany said. “Did you like that?” When she came over to kiss me I avoided her by quickly bending down to grab my shirt from where it had fallen onto the coffee table. I pulled it on, and Melany made no comment about my avoidance of her affection. Don’t worry, I’m sure she’s used to it. Probably has done it plenty of times. I grabbed my jacket from where I’d draped it over the back of a chair.
“You’re welcome to stay the night, you know,” Melany said, finding her clothes.
“It’s alright,” I said. “I’m actually not too far. I can walk it.”
“Like hell you are. Don’t worry about it, I’ll give you a ride home.”
We drove to my place in silence. I was glad that she’d driven me—I was actually quite far and would’ve had to walk through a seedy part of downtown—but I still felt awkward. It wasn’t that I regretted what had happened, because I didn’t at all. I definitely had wanted and needed it. But it just felt strange. I hadn’t been with anyone in such a long time, and even though Melany and I were just a hookup, she was incredibly attractive and if I weren’t so fucked up I could’ve seen myself wanting to be with her.