16 comments/ 105834 views/ 62 favorites Zoey and Me By: Zoey and Me "You should try my toy," she suggested. "I'm good," I lied. I say "I lied," because I couldn't keep my eyes off that stupid toy standing up in the middle of the hallway. I did want to try it. I wanted to feel how it buzzed against me and I wanted to feel how it would feel inside of me. It looked big and sometimes I like big things inside my pussy. "It's so fun," she said. "I believe you," I said without moving from my chair. "Are you getting close?" "Yes," I gasped, wondering how she could tell. I was so needy. "Are you going only going to do it once?" "No," I said, unsure how much longer it would take. I was really excited and knowing she knew what I was doing was driving me crazy. I felt as if I could cum at any moment and I rubbed myself faster hoping to make it sooner. I wanted to ask her how many times she could do it, but I couldn't do a lot of talking because I was too close. "How many times can you make yourself cum?" she asked and her question was sort of annoying because I was so close to my first orgasm of the day. "Lots," I said. "Again and again?" she asked. "Yes," I gasped annoyed and turned on. I pinched my nipple and twisted. It's sort of a secret thing I do when I'm really close to an orgasm and I can't quite get there. I squish my nipple really hard and sort of roll it more than twist it. It can hurt, but it hurts sort of good. I was doing that and it felt good like it always does when I feel like I have to do that. I felt my bottom clenching, getting ready for my orgasm. I rubbed really fast on my clitty because that's how I like it, too. I rubbed in a tight, tiny circle that I do really, really fast when I'm really, really close. It's almost as if my hand loses control of itself and moves on its own. Both hands sort of feel that way, the hand twisting my nipple hard and the hand rubbing my clit. Anyway, that's what I was stuck doing, stuck in that "I gotta do this. I gotta have this orgasm right now" mode. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," Zoey said from bathroom and I could hear the desperation in her voice, that breathy tone of inevitability. "Cum with me," she panted. "Yes!" I hissed. "Cum now!" she gasped. "Yes!" I cried out and I felt the beginnings of my orgasm taking hold inside my body. I felt wonder release of tension, that half explosion/half contraction sensation of an orgasm taking hold, curling your toes and rocking your world. I felt it all happened at the same time I saw Zoey stepping into my room. Through my orgasm, my mind processed everything going on at once. It was a bit like walking into her room and seeing her in the midst of her orgasm where everything felt in slow motion though I don't think I stood there for longer than a few seconds. Her arrival didn't feel in slow motion but there was so much to process about how she stepped into my room that it will take a bit to describe it. She was still naked. She wasn't touching herself. Her hands were at her sides and I instantly knew she had been lying about touching herself. No matter how convincing her voice had sounded, she was playing me. I could tell it from her body language, the impish smirk on her face and the twinkle in her pretty blue eyes. I could tell by the way she tilted her head to the left and grinned. She was pranking me as payback and had done it well. She picked up her toy with a single, graceful swooping motion and stepped closer to me. She stopped where the hallway ends and the room begins and leaned against the corner as my orgasm faded away from its initial jolt into something confusing. I stopped twisting my nipple and rubbed away the hurt of being rough on it. I still hand my two middle fingers pressed again my clitty, but I wasn't working my hand in a circle anymore because that moment had passed. I remember I didn't feel embarrassed as much as I felt cheated, angry, played and robbed of an otherwise good orgasm. "Mm, that looked yummy," Zoey said from the hallway. She was holding her toy and she licked it. That lick surprised me because she and I both knew where it had been. It's not as if I'm prude and had never tasted myself. I had licked my fingers before, not so much to find out how I tasted as much as to give myself some extra slippery down there. Seeing her licking the toy felt different. I knew she wasn't licking it to make it wet for herself. "You lied," I said, feeling played and robbed of a good orgasm. I stopped touching my good parts. It felt sort of funny sitting naked in front of the tiny, naked woman holding the big vibrator. She was shaved, completely shaved and that was something I hadn't noticed before. Silly me still admired her tan. "But now we're even," she pointed out and I knew she was right. "So now what?" I asked and I meant it in a general sense. Not as in "what are we going to do right this very second" as much as I meant "Okay we both saw each other masturbating and how is that going to change things between us?" That's not how Zoey took the question. "Now I get to watch you use this," she said stepping closer and holding the toy out to me. "I'm not going to use that!" I said, shocked with how she had misinterpreted my question. Everything about the moment shocked and surprised me. I was shocked she got the question wrong and that she would offer me her toy again and that she apparently expected me to really do and that we were both naked and . . . just everything!!! "It's fun," she said as she twisted its bottom and moved closer. She pressed it against one of my nipples. "See?" "Stop it," I giggled because it sort of tickled. I brushed it away and she pressed it against my other nipple. I grabbed both my titties to stop her from doing it again. "You're right, it's better down here," she said pushing it between my legs. My legs were together but she sort of shoved it in the gap anyway and I felt it buzzing against my pussy and it sent an electric charge through my orgasm craving body that shocked me as if I had been jolted by electricity. "Hey!" I cried out, pulling her hand and the toy away. Zoey was laughing and her laughter was contagious. I laughed with her as she turned off the toy. My laugher faded with what she did next. She licked it again. "Darn, still tastes like me," she said and laughed. I was too shocked to laugh. "Wow, really?" I asked stunned with what she had done. "Was that what you were hoping for?" Zoey gave a carefree shrug and sat on the edge of my bed. She kept the toy turned off as she played with it. She poked her tits with it. Her nipples were as brown as mine from her tanning. She was watching the toy, watching how it made her nipples move when she ran it across them without it being turned on. Still looking down at herself she moved the toy between her legs and rubbed it up and down her puffy slit a couple times. Our eyes locked again she as licked it. "Your turn," she said, passing the toy to me. I took it without understanding what she expected me to do with it. Did she expect me to rub it against my nipples and pussy as she had just done or was she expecting something else? I didn't know what she wanted so I did what she had last done, I licked it. When I did, a huge smile grew on her pretty face. "Have you ever?" she asked and didn't finish by asking ever anything. Just, "Have you ever?" It didn't matter. My answer was the same. I had never fooled around with another girl. I had never tasted another woman. I had never masturbated in front of another woman. I had never seen another woman masturbating. I had never played with a big, long vibrator or any other kind of vibrator. Everything that she could be asking earned the same answer. "No," I said, holding the toy without doing anything with it. "Have you thought about it?" "Not really," I said and I was telling the truth, regardless of what we were talking about. I assumed she meant be with another woman, but I guessed it didn't matter because my answers were still going to be the same. "You should sit over here with me," she said instead of asking any more confusing questions. I'm not sure why I changed places so quickly or without second guessing her reasons for it. I think because we were in my room and she was sitting on my bed. I also think it was because sitting across from her felt weird. Sitting across from her meant she could see me. She could see everything about me. And I could see her, too. Everything. That felt odd. Sitting next to her, I don't know, it felt more private. I remember she brushed my hair over my shoulder. I didn't think anything about that, either. It didn't feel like a sex move or anything, just one of those things girls sometimes do when a stray hair is in the wrong place. It was when she reached behind me that it felt awkward. I nearly jumped up. "Just grabbing a pillow," she said. I had lots of pillows on my bed, all of us did, because the rooms were too small for extra furniture, our beds were our couches, too. She grabbed pillows for her and for me, leaving a couple behind me, too. She scooted backwards so she was leaning against the wall, propped up in a way that we had done before when my roommate was home. Being naked was new, but the rest of what we were doing felt normal, except for the big sex toy. I scooted backwards, too. I don't know what I expected to happen. I guess what did happen. "Let's do it together," she said. "Do what?" I asked, though I already knew what she meant. "Get off, together, at the same time, okay?" "Really?" I asked which felt like another stupid question but I can remember I felt like maybe she was setting me up to be pranked again or something. "I'm really horny today," she said pulling her heels up and opening her knees. "I don't know why, but sometimes I just get like this where I just want to see how many orgasms I can have in one day or something." I looked without turning my head and saw her hand was between her legs as she rubbed herself. The big toy sat between us like one of those dividers you use at the grocery to mark the end of one person's groceries and the start of yours. It felt like a funnier divider but it still felt like a divider. "Are you going to use that?" I asked. I think I was worried about her moving that goofy divider. "You can if you want." "Is it okay if I don't?" "Sure," she said and she rubbed her nipples and I felt like I needed to do something, too. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to do something, I really did, but I was nervous and it felt strange. It seems funny thinking back about it now to remember how I felt because we were both naked and we had already seen each other doing intimate stuff to each other, but it still felt weird sitting naked on my bed next to another woman who was naked and touching herself. I was horny. I wanted to get off again. I wanted the rest of the orgasm that was waiting for me. I wanted the rest of that orgasm and the other orgasms I had hoped to give myself on the way back to the dorm. With Zoey having her heels pulled up I felt as if I should do the same thing though that's not the way I usually do things. Still, I did it and started rubbing myself with lazy circles on my clit that felt good without feeling too good yet. Zoey leaned over, resting her head on my shoulder and looked down my body. "That looks so sexy," she said before sitting back up and focusing on herself. It felt like an invitation to watch her and so I leaned against her. I rested my cheek on top of her head and looked down her body. I watched her moving a finger up and down between her tanned pussy lips and it looked sexy. I could hear the sound of her wetness as a soft, rhythmic smacking sound. I liked the way her thumb and the rest of her fingers were extended as she played with just her middle finger against her clit. It made me think about how I do it. I rest the heel of my palm against the top part of pussy and smoosh in a circle around my clit. And I like to use two fingers with one sort of on each side of my clit while I move my fingers around and around. She leaned her head back on my shoulder and we were sort of cheek to cheek as we watched other. "I'm really close," I whispered, because I was. It felt as if the other half of my earlier orgasm was waiting in the wings for me to get back down to business. I can admit having her watching me was adding to it. Watching her doing it added to it, too. Seeing her touching herself made it feel more right that I was doing it, too. I watched as her finger moved farther between her legs and her hand position changed I knew she was fingering her pussy with two fingers. "Fuck," I muttered knowing I was going to orgasm first and regretting it because I didn't want things to end yet. I shot my legs out straight, well, sort of straight because my feet were still hanging over the edge of my bed but what I mean is that I didn't keep my heels up close to my ass as I had been doing. When I got close to my orgasm I had to go back to my usual way of doing it and with my legs stretched out sort of straight and wide it felt as if I was putting on more of a show for her and I think that helped push me over the edge into a bigger climax because I came really hard and it felt really, really good! "Give me your hand," Zoey purred, tugging on my arm and I let her have it though I didn't know what she was going to do with it. She bent my elbow, popped my wet fingers inside her mouth and sucked on my fingers as I watched her having an orgasm. For that moment in time I was sure I was experiencing the hottest, sexiest and most erotic moment of my entire life. I knew what she was doing, she was tasting me, tasting my pussy and I could guess that it meant so much more and I didn't care what I knew or didn't know. What I cared most about was seeing this cute, petite girl with the great tits and beautifully even tan having a wonderful orgasm. It felt like everything I needed in my life and never knew I wanted. "Wow," I said in a stunned, satisfied voice. "More?" Zoey asked and I didn't know what she meant. I guess I looked confused. "I mean, do you want more? Do you want to get off again?" "Yes," I said as I rubbed my fingers against my thumb. My fingers were wet from being inside her mouth and I was going to push them against my pussy again. I clutched my pussy. I ached with need as if the first two orgasms I had experienced had never happened. "Let me do it," Zoey said, wiggling closer to me. "Do what?" I asked, feeling stuck on stupid again. "This," she said. She slid her hand across my belly, on top of my hand and then beneath it until my hand was resting on top of hers. "And this," she said, putting her other hand over one of my tits. I froze and looked up at her with what I guessed was a stunned and startled look. I didn't stop her. I'm not sure I had the will to stop her because her fingers pressed against my pussy felt amazing. She had learned from watching me and rubbed my clit in a circle like I did to myself only it wasn't me doing it, it was her doing it to me. I didn't know what to do with my hands. My hands were down by my sides, grabbing my thighs and held on. Against what? I don't know. Maybe stopping myself from stopping her? I don't know. "Do it, Katie," she told me. "Cum for me. Let me get you off." I didn't have the will to stop her. I didn't want to stop her. Part of me was freaking out about what she was doing to me but most of me was too busy loving every second of it. I was on the very of my orgasm again, exactly where I felt I had been seconds ago. It felt so strange feeling that much in need so quickly. I felt out of control of my body, possessed and owned by this tiny, petite girl with the blonde hair and earnest look in her eyes as she rubbed me and pleased me. I can't say she was teasing me because that wasn't what she was doing. She was pleasing me. She was masturbating me and she was going to get me off faster and harder than I had ever gotten myself off and my entire being craved it even while my head spun against the shock of having another woman touching me. The last thing I remember before my orgasm possessed me were her lips. She pressed her mouth against mine and kissed me. I still don't know whether she kissed me precisely as I had my orgasm or if her kiss triggered my orgasm and I'm not sure it even matters because all my body knew was that a woman was making me having an orgasm at the same time I was kissing her. Scratch whatever I used to think was the most erotic moment of my life (watching her orgasm while sucking on my fingers) because it was instantly replaced with a new most erotic moment. "Fuck, I'm wet," she said as she flopped back on the bed as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She was clutching her body, grabbing at her tits and groping her pussy with a need I understood. She buried her two middle fingers inside of her pussy and pulled as if she needed everything happening to her at once. "I need this," she said, picking up the toy that laid between us. She fumbled with turning it on and shoved it inside her pussy. I heard the change in the sound of the buzzing and it gave me a flashback to where things had started. She dug her heels into my bed, lifting her torso off of it and running the vibrator over her pussy as well as inside of it. As if stuck in a very strange yoga position, she grabbed at her ass with her left hand and I knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to do what I saw earlier. She wanted to finger her ass. I don't know how I knew that, I just did. I guess from the way she was stroking her ass with what she wanted but with what she didn't think she dared to do. There were a lot of things I could have one at that moment in time. I could have kissed her and I think she would have welcomed that. I could have played with her tits or even sucked on them and I'm sure she would have welcomed that, too. If I wanted to take control of the toy or move between her legs to eat her pussy or just finger her clit for her, I'm sure all of it would have been welcomed. But there was something about her hand rubbing her ass that got to me. There was something about knowing what she had done to herself when no one was looking. Maybe it had something to do with how tanned her ass was and how tiny it was and how cute I thought it was even before I ever thought I would be with another woman. I don't know. I only know what I did. I reached my hand beneath her and squeezed her ass as I watched her face. Her eyes went a bit wider and I knew I was doing the right thing. Without thinking, I pressed a finger between her asscheeks, right against her asshole and I pushed. My finger slipped inside. Her ass felt deliciously hot and warm like my pussy does when I'm really excited. It didn't feel wet, just hot. She gasped and I felt her hand grabbing my wrist. At first I thought to pull my hand away but I was wrong. She didn't want me to pull my hand away, she wanted to make sure I didn't do that. She grabbed my wrist and urged me to finger fuck her asshole. I did as she suggested and watched her orgasm happen. I felt it. It felt it as rhythmic squeezes around my single finger and I knew she was having an orgasm that may have matched the one she just gave me. With my finger deep inside her ass, feeling her orgasm, I leaned over and kissed her, too. When she collapsed on the bed, I pulled my finger from her ass. We stared at each other. She smiled. I smiled back and then we both started giggling. "And then that happened," she said as her giggle turned into laughter. We didn't laugh long, but it felt good to laugh. "You kiss good," I offered to break the silence. "You too," she said, stealing a quick peck. When she laid back, she brought her toy up and licked it. I did, too. She put the toy down and played with my chest. "I like your nipples." "Everyone does," I said which felt a little snarky but I think she knew how I meant it. Zoey and Me "Can I kiss them?" "Um, let's see. I just fingered your asshole and now you want to suck on my nipples? I guess." Zoey laughed and sucked on my nipples. She sucked the one closest to her first and then leaned across me to suck on the other one. "I've never done that before," she said. I guess she saw the question in my eyes. "Sucked on titties. It's sort of nice." She did it again. "They get really hard." "Well duh," I giggled. I don't know why I felt so giddy, I just did. "Can I try yours?" "Mm, yeah," she said leaning over me and offering me her chest. After I had made one hard, she pulled away and gave me a chance to do the same thing to the other one. "You do that good." "Is it true you never did that to another girl?" I asked, finding the idea sort of strange. "I've never had a girl suck on mine before either." "So, you're not gay?" "No. You?" I shook my head and laughed because that felt like a lie. What had we just one to each other? "I never did that other thing, either," I offered, hoping she understood what I meant. She did. "I had a boyfriend who used to do that to me when he went down on me and that felt good. Then I tried it one time and I really liked it." "It's sexy," I admitted feeling turned on again. "If you want, I can do it to you," she offered. "Which part?" I joked and I swear to you, I was joking when I said that! I didn't mean for her to go down on me. I was only talking about the finger in the butt thing because it seemed really sexy and sort of dirty and I knew guys sometimes like that sort of thing and maybe this would be a good way to see how it felt. "Can I do both things?" she asked and Zoey looked a bit embarrassed as she said it. "Really?" I asked though I think I was stalling for more time to think things over. We were talking about her going down on me and I wasn't sure but I thought that would change things. I don't know why it felt as if it should make more a difference than what we had already done, but it did and I wasn't so sure if I wanted to go that far and even if I did, I wasn't so sure she wanted to go that far. "I just want to try it, just once, you know? You don't have to do me." "Can we kiss again first?" I asked and again, I think I was stalling, asking for more time before I made the commitment. Or maybe I wanted to kiss her again, too. Girls kiss differently than guys do. They feel different. Girls are soft. No stubble or furry faces. I could smell her hair. She smelled sweet. Zoey had full lips, too, which felt good pressed against my lips. This time we really kissed I guess because we knew something more was going to happen. She kissed me for a good, long time. Her hand caressed my chest, played with my nipples and slipped down my flat stomach until her fingers were rubbing my clit again. Her touch felt different than any man I knew. Her hand was small and softer and moved differently. I guess it's because a woman really does know how to touch another woman. After a very long kiss she began kissing her way down my body. She stopped at both of my nipples again and I felt her tongue circling around them, batting them back and forth and her teeth lightly biting them just enough to sting without hurting. I watched as she kissed my tummy and slipped to the floor next to my bed. My pussy felt on fire knowing where she was going and what she was going to do. My mind was reeling as I tried processing the sight of her pretty blue eyes looking up at me, her pert little nose brushing against my naked flesh and the feeling of her lips. It was girl who was making me feel this good and that messed with me mentally in a really good way. Like I said before I know how I taste not because I've made a habit of tasting myself but because I've just done it. I never thought a lot about how my pussy looked or tasted or smelled. I never smelled rank and I guess that was good. I never felt the need to hold a mirror down there and see what it all looks like because I think I look about the same as most other women from the looking I have done. I'm not a virgin and I wasn't one then. I had health classes and birthing classes and I knew the anatomy of down there. With that said, it still felt different having a girl down there between my legs. I felt more exposed than before because maybe she would see, smell or taste something that a guy wouldn't. That wasn't the case. After kissing up my leg from my knee to my thigh, Zoey flashed me a shy, self-conscious smile that looked out of place on her face before she pressed her mouth against my pussy. She started with a single, deep lick where her tongue moved from my pussy all the way up to my clit before she pulled back and gave me a bigger smile. "Fuck, you taste good," she purred and buried her mouth against my pussy for the most intense and intimate head I have ever received. I squirmed and moaned. My nipples, still hard from her tongue, felt so swollen with excitement that I was afraid they might burst. My body felt possess by her warm mouth and tongue as she sucked on my clit as if it was another nipple between her lips. I came in moments, crying out her name, losing my fingers in her blonde hair and gasping for air as my body thrashed and contracted so hard I was afraid of pulling a muscle or something. "Wow," she said, pulling back and staring at me with a look of wonder in her eyes. "Did I make you do that?" "Yes," I sighed before squealing again. She tried rubbing my clit and I couldn't take it. I nearly jumped out of my skin because it felt so sensitive. "I get like that sometimes," she giggled before she spanked my clit. I don't know how else to describe what she did. She swatted it, harder than a pat. She did it three or four times in rapid succession and the sensitivity vanished. "I said I was going to do something else, too." She poked her finger inside my pussy, pulled it out and sucked on it. "I'm good," I said feeling self-conscious about things. "No, you're bad. You're a very bad and girl and you deserve this," she said with a grin on her face as she traced her finger over my butt. I jumped, startled by the wet sensation. "Feels good, doesn't it?" It did and it wasn't something I felt as if I could admit. I nodded but I bit my lip, too. "Is it going to hurt?" "You tell me," she said before pressing her finger against my backside. I didn't know what to do so I let it happen and I felt her finger slip inside of me without any effort. It didn't feel like losing my virginity or anything It felt, well, it felt strange, interesting and surprisingly good. She pushed her finger deeper inside my butt and rubbed my pussy. "Does it?" "No," I reported. It didn't feel bad. It didn't hurt. But it wasn't anything special either. It felt like, well, finger in my butt. It was sort of nice without being special. I felt a bit disappointed because if this was all it was like then why did she do it? Was I missing something? With her other hand, Zoey rubbed my pussy again. She rubbed my clit and I didn't feel too sensitive anymore. "Is it okay if I eat you again?" she asked. I don't think it mattered that I nodded because she was already doing it again. Her tongue did more exploring. I leaned back and waited for the orgasm I knew was building inside of me before she returned to my clit. I felt so wet and the more she licked at my pussy and explored my sex the better and better her finger began to feel inside my ass. Zoey's tongue wander and she explored my labia, licking and lapping my juices and purring like a kitten. I had never thought about eating pussy. I had never thought about having a woman between my legs. But as she licked, lapped and sucked at my sex I knew this was something I would want again and again. And I knew it was something I would want to try doing to her, too. This could be as wrong as rain on an outdoor wedding and I didn't care because it felt right and good to me and I wanted to feel this way for as long as Zoey would let me even before her tongue began zeroing in on my clit again with tight, tiny circles that felt better than any finger could ever feel. I gave myself to the pretty blonde from the other room as wholly and as completely as I have ever given myself to any person up to that point in my life. I was hers for the taking and felt honored to be hers. I felt unworthy of the attention she was giving me and wanted just as much. I felt a ripple of pleasure surging through my body and my butt clenched around her finger. That was when I began to understand. That single quiver of joy explained the thrilled. My butt tried to contract in a way I had never noticed before and encountered the intrusion of her finger inside of it and my body reacted with delight. I involuntarily quivered again and again, each time feeling that intrusion inside a hole where no one else had been allowed to play and it felt wonderful. I could make it happen, I could contract and squeeze down there and make it a point to feel her finger except it felt better if I just allowed it to happen without forcing it. Instead, I forced myself to relax and recommitted giving myself over to her. When the contractions were unplanned was when her finger in my ass felt best and it those unexpected contractions of joy began happening more often. Zoey moaned against my pussy with the knowledge of what she was doing to me. I saw the twinkle in her eye and I felt her slipping a second finger inside my asshole next to her first finger. That changed the equation. A single finger felt good but two fingers felt as if my backside was being fucked. I felt a bit stretched and taken and that was something I craved. She pressed her fingers deeper inside of me. I don't know how deep, I only understood deeper and more and her "more" was good. Her tongue lashed at my clit and felt the joy of another orgasm seizing me, owning my body and possessing me. With every rhythmic contraction of that orgasm, every time my body tightened and squeezed, I met that resistance of her probing fingers and it delighted my body even more. I can and came hard and then I started to cry. "Hey," Zoey said, pulling her lips away from my pussy and her fingers from butt. "Are you okay?" I nodded, trying to find words that were choked up in my throat. "I feel perfect," I said and she laughed. Zoey climbed on top of me, hugging and kissing me as I cried and laughed and kissed her back and groped her tiny little body until I had her on her back and went down on her. She seemed to like it. I know I did. It was funny because I did it without knowing I was doing it. I know that doesn't make any sense except it just happened that way and I was between her legs eating her pussy without realizing I what I was doing until I had been doing it for a while. She came for me and we kissed again before noticing the time. Two and half hours had passed. We were naked and we both smelled like sex. The entire room reeked of our lovemaking, I was sure of it. "Beth!" she said with a start. "She'll be home soon." "Fuck," I groaned because I wanted more but there was no arguing against ticking clock. Zoey kissed me again, picked up her toy and darted laughing back to her room. I picked up my clothes from the middle of the room. I didn't want to get dressed but knew I needed to. I needed a shower, too, except Zoey was taking one first. I sprayed air freshener in my room and stood by the bathroom door until she was done. She jumped a bit when she saw me standing there, gave me a quick kiss and ran back to her room. It was my first time with another woman and I already knew it wouldn't be my last.