18 comments/ 20088 views/ 36 favorites A New Alexandra Ch. 01 By: Blair_Erickson Alexandra Henderson glanced at the bottom-right corner of her laptop screen. 7:50 p.m., Thursday. The coffee shop right outside the library reading room closed at eight, the library itself not for another five hours. Five more hours for economic theory, ten minutes for coffee. Easy choice. As she waited in line, Alexandra took in her surroundings. A high, gothic ceiling in the mostly empty reading room, a fluorescent-lit foyer, and her own sweatpants and sweatshirt in the middle of it all: in total, a rather depressing sight, and the first night of many she'd resigned herself to spend in her new study spot. The worker at the counter nodded glumly as she ordered a peppermint mocha with whipped cream. Winter in Chicago seemed to make the people's moods as cold and gray as the air outside. Not that Alexandra felt any better: the end of her senior season of soccer and getting re-dumped by her off-and-on boyfriend for the the third time were not helping her mood. Not at all. The glum barista handed Alexandra the drink. She put her head down, one hand in the pocket of her hoodie, and started to return. As she passed the imposing dark wood circulation desk and headed toward the stone-arched entrance to the reading room, a voice came from behind the desk, just over her left shoulder. "Hey, you play soccer here?" The friendly-sounding voice belonged to a blonde woman sitting behind the desk. "Played. Past tense," Alexandra said, turning in the doorway. "Why?" "I'm sorry. Tough way to end, yeah?" The University's women's soccer team had lost their conference final 1-0 on a goal in the 85th minute. Alexandra nodded, unconsciously grabbing the end of her braided, light-brown hair that hung over her left shoulder. "It was. A shit week overall, and now it's just econ from here on out." She started to turn back towards the reading room. "I played too. Not here, of course. My last game, I scored an own goal off a corner and conceded a penalty. I'd been first team all-conference for three years and the captain for two." "Fuck me. That's rough," Alexandra said, approaching the desk. Economics could wait. The blonde shrugged. "You'll get over it." She folded her hands on the desk in front of her, bright-red nails reflecting some of the excessive lighting. "The econ, maybe not so much. I did that as an undergrad, too." "And now?" "Now I'm school, freezing my ass off in a cold apartment and working a circulation desk in an undergrad library so I can earn money and study at the same time." She smiled a half-smile. "The coffee's not bad here, either, and I get a freebie every shift." Alexandra laughed for the first time in perhaps a week. "Good enough to get the job done, I guess. It's funny. I should have moved over here years ago. It's quiet in there, the ceiling's nice to look at when I get bored, and my ex-boyfriend doesn't sit in a study carrel twenty yards from where I most want to study. Livin' the high life, UChicago-style." "Like they say, where fun goes to die." A full smile now, with green eyes lighting up behind the tortoise-shell glasses. "Indeed. If it ever started." "Oh, come on. It could be worse. You're done with soccer, you're single..." She paused. "Right? You've clearly got a brain, you've got the looks, you'll have the degree soon. That doesn't sound so bad to me!" Alexandra cocked her head to the side. "So good that you traded that all for law school?" "And some wit." The woman looked downward, seemingly into space, and shook her head slightly. "No, I traded it all for an economics consulting job. Then I quit after three years, totally burned out, twenty pounds heavier, and coming off a disaster of a relationship with a dude who seemed perfect on paper. So I just left." Alexandra put the mocha down on the counter. "Left?" "Left. I'd made 150 grand a year after the salary and the sorry-you-worked-until-midnight bonus money. So I traveled for two years, learned three more languages, forgot about the stupid guys, lost the weight, and got myself back better and happier." Another pause as she tapped on the desktop keyboard. "And then I went to law school. So here I am, barely hanging onto my twenties, back at yet another crossroads, sitting at a desk again." "Where'd you go?" The woman looked back at her, uncomprehending. "On your travels?" She laughed, her eyes coming back into focus. "Oh! Um, well, I hit every continent except Antarctica. I spent the most time in Europe and South America, but I also was in New Zealand for around six months, hiking and working on this cool little working-holiday visa scheme they've got." "Wow. Just...wow. That sounds amazing. Did you keep a blog or anything? Pictures?" The woman grinned again. "Both, but I stopped the blog about halfway through. I've got pictures on Facebook though, loads. Some are a little more...private...than that," she said, winking while still laughing. "Would it be too weird if I asked you if I could see them? The, uh, not-private ones?" Alexandra felt confused. Was this girl - woman? she's almost thirty, after all - hitting on her? Playing soccer, she'd been hit on by women before. It wasn't pleasant: sweaty girls in the locker room trying to hit her up right after practice. No thanks. Ick. Not going there. "Well, friend me and you can see them all." She paused to write her name on a sticky note, her slender, tan wrist extending towards Alexandra. "Sorry, I'm Kira," she said, handing it over. "Alexandra. Henderson." Moreover, if she was being hit on, Alexandra realized, it was beginning to work. The familiar signs were there: her voice rose a step or two and tended towards a stutter, her stomach muscles contracted slightly, and a slight tingling emerged along her skin. That was new. But didn't this girl say something about a long relationship with a dude? "It's nice to meet you...Kira." "Likewise, Alexandra." Kira stared, not even trying to hide it. First at Alexandra's hair, then down the length of her body, to the floor, taking in what little could be seen despite the sweatsuit. "Well, back to the books" Alexandra managed to blurt as she began to turn, finally heading through the arched doorframe. "Enjoy the pics." Alexandra made no reply as she scooted through the doorway and slipped into the seat just inside, looking again at her laptop. Then down at the sticky note: Kira Manning, it read, in swooping, confident, handwriting. Well, time to find out, she thought. Alexandra logged onto Facebook. ***** Ten minutes later, she had her answers. Kira Manning. Third-year law student, economics degree from Princeton, originally from outside of Houston. Album after album of photos from virtually every country in Europe and South America, and another three albums of New Zealand hiking photos alone, each more spectacular than the previous one. Shorter blonde hair in the earlier photos, increasing in length to the present, which looked like maybe mid-back length. Tall - at least 5'9" or 5'10"- unless everyone she knew was a munchkin. Tight, athletic body with slightly masculine, wide-ish shoulders, and what Alexandra had already noticed to be substantial breasts, at least D cups on an otherwise fairly narrow frame. This last fact caused a bit of a start for Alexandra: noticing women's breasts - and staring at them in photos - was not something she usually did. Oh, and Kira was apparently single, with no orientation listed. No recent photos with men in them, romantic or otherwise. Not that many recent photos at all, in fact, except more hiking shots from around the United States and Canada. Alexandra closed the browser window. The hours thudded by one page of notes at a time. Alexandra felt her head drooping more than once, and her eyes seemed to glaze over for minutes at a time. As time went by, the tables around her emptied, and soon it was nearly midnight. She was the only patron left, and the library was about to close. Alexandra folded closed her book - quietly, so as not to disturb the careful silence that enveloped her - and looked at the weather app on her desktop. Sixteen degrees. Ugh. The temperature had dropped a mind-boggling thirty degrees since nightfall. Stuffing the laptop in the bag and putting on her knee-length parka, Alexandra strode out of the reading room. As she passed the circulation desk, a playful voice interrupted her. "Hey there, last customer! Look, I don't mean to pry, but are you planning to walk home in that? You'll freeze your legs halfway through!" Alexandra looked down. "Yeah, not the smartest call out there." "Wait 3 minutes for me to lock up and you can have a ride. Deal?" "Deal." Instead of walking around the desk, Kira simply hopped over it, giving Alexandra her first glimpse of a pair of very long, well-toned legs stuffed into a pair of impossibly tight jeans. As she disappeared inside the reading room, just before she locked the door behind her, she looked over her shoulder and gave Alexandra a wink. Two minutes later she returned, appearing silently through a different door on the opposite wall and locking it too. Alexandra realized she'd been staring into space the entire time, not moving an inch, but now she turned around to face the statuesque blonde behind her. Kira spoke first. "So, I can tell you like my ass. I promise I won't make the ride home too awkward for ya." Alex said nothing at first. She knew the older girl was right. She did like her ass, a perfect muscular bubble, not much unlike her own. "I...I..." "I know." Kira cut her off, rolling her eyes. "You're not into girls." Alexandra mumbled something in reply. "I'm assuming that was a yes. But you still think I have a really nice ass, no?" She walked towards the slender brunette, covering the twenty feet or so in fewer strides than Alexandra had thought possible. The shorter girl mumbled something again, still not meeting the taller one's gaze. "It's alright. There's a first crush for everyone. And I think it's hot that I'm yours. Right?" Her voice had adopted an edge, a tone of confidence and authority. Alexandra noticed it immediately. And she liked it. No, loved it. She looked up, finally gaining the confidence to speak in more than a mutter. "Yes. I think you're hot. And yes, I've never thought that about another girl." The blonde grinned. "Great. I thought so. So maybe I'll drop you off at home and we'll see whether you're too scared to come back here tomorrow?" She held open the rear door to the parking lot. "So, where am I taking you?" "Fifty-fifth and Hyde Park. Not that far..." Alexandra's heart began to pound. Kira was right, of course. There was a very high chance she'd chicken out and not come back. She'd spent several years avoiding the rampant girl-on-girl relationships that developed on every soccer team she'd ever played for, and there were reasons for that: girls were catty; they were insecure; they were generally just snippy little bitches, and they were just too small physically. In short, they just hadn't been attractive. She'd always wanted someone who could wrap his arms around her, literally sweep her off her feet and... The blast of Arctic air hit her as she followed Kira towards the one vehicle left along the side of the building, a black two-door Jeep Wrangler hard top. She hesitated a moment before opening the door. By the time she'd swung her way into the elevated passenger seat, Kira had the engine roaring and was reaching across to turn on the heater. As Alexandra reached across her own body to snap closed her seat belt, she accidentally bumped her new crush's arm, sending a shiver of excitement through her own body. Why was this happening to her, of all people? Kira shifted the truck into first and slowly pulled around the building. Alexandra swallowed nervously before breaking the ice anew. "I really like the Wrangler. It's...a cool truck. It's badass." Kira took her hand off the gearshift momentarily to adjust her glasses, but didn't look across the front seat, keeping her eyes focused on the road. "You like badass?" "Yes. A lot." "Why?" Alexandra thought for a moment. "I don't know. I'm attracted to guys that are outdoorsy but athletic. Take-charge types. Smart. Badasses, not jackasses. But not just football player types, really. Badasses with brains." "And physically?" "I like fit..." She paused, realizing with some trepidation that she couldn't describe physically what she liked in guys other than not being fat. "Yeah, fit." They cruised through a light just as it changed yellow, Kira lightly tapping the accelerator. "So you don't really know what you like physically other than fit, but you know personality-wise what you like a lot more, yeah?" "Yeah." Alexandra could feel her palms starting to sweat despite the cold air. The older girl laughed, swerving into the left lane. "Maybe you should consider why." "And what do you think?" "Don't be dense. Let me guess: you've been with a few guys, and the sex has been no better than mediocre." Right again. Well, mostly right. "Yeah. Most of them were boring. One was good." "And why was that?" "Um..." Alexandra blushed. "I guess I found out from him that I like it a little, uh, rough." They had arrived near her building. "Um, just pull over right here." They pulled up out front of Alexandra's building. It had begun to snow lightly. Alexandra took a deep breath. "So..." "So, three things. First, what are you doing tomorrow night." A statement, not a question. She waited. "Yes, I'm asking you out. On a date. With me." Alexandra laughed. She had no idea why she was doing it, but she knew what her answer was. "Well, I guess I'm going on a date with you, then!" "I'm serious." The smile was gone, her eyes looking straight into Alexandra's. "I'm serious too. I am aware that I'm going on a date with another girl. And I'm not going to wear sweatpants, I can tell you that." "Excellent. Dinner and drinks?" "Mmhm." Alexandra unconsciously began to bite her bottom lip. "What time?" "8:30? I like late." "8:30 is good." "Second, I guess we should exchange numbers, yeah?" Alexandra took out her phone. "I'm ready." Kira extended her hand, palm upward, and Alexandra handed it over. As the blonde tapped in her digits and sent herself a text, Alexandra realized she knew what was coming next. Kira handed the phone back. "Now, third." "I think third is the part where we kiss." Kira leaned across the seat and ran her fingers lightly along Alexandra's cheek, her face inching closer and closer to the younger woman's blushing, nervous smile. As their lips were only an inch or two apart, she finally answered: "It is." To Alexandra, that first kiss felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Kira's lips were soft, her tongue expert and just the right amount of forceful. And it went on forever. By the time they broke apart, Kira's hand had migrated to the back of Alexandra's head, and Alexandra's own arms were draped gently around her new friend's neck. Alexandra leaned back, grabbing her bag off the floor, and reached to open the door. This time Kira took the lead. "Tomorrow night, there's a lot more coming your way." Alexandra nodded. She knew what Kira meant. She had never slept with someone on the first date. But then again, she'd never made out with a girl before. And now she was getting dropped off by an insanely sexy, confident lesbian grad student, and she'd given her her number and had a date for the next night. "Tomorrow." They hadn't meant to kiss again, but they did. This time Alexandra felt herself clutching at the fabric of Kira's jacket, almost starting to claw as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Finally, Alexandra made it out of the truck, across the sidewalk and lobby, and into her elevator. Only then did she notice the incredible warm wetness between her legs. I'm a straight girl who just made out with a lesbian, she thought. What a fucking night this was. What am I in for tomorrow? -- Alexandra was lazily flipping through channels and winding down for the night an hour later when her phone buzzed. It was a text from Kira. Kira: Hey, you still up? Alexandra: Yep, just watching TV. Kira: Just wanted to tell you how glad I am we got to meet tonight. Alexandra, after a minute: Me too. I'm still surprised, but excited. Kira: How so? Alexandra: Not a typical study session at the library, that's all :) Kira: Especially for hitting the books in sweatpants and a huge hoodie. Alexandra: :) Alexandra: Speaking of that, not sure how to dress for tomorrow. What are you planning on wearing? Casual? Not so casual? As the seconds passed waiting for a reply, Alexandra felt her nerves rising. Too weird for a pre-first date conversation? Then her phone buzzed. A photo arrived of a standing Kira in a parka, hood up. All that was visible underneath was an inch or so of black leggings before the photo cut off mid-thigh. The caption said "Sorry, it'll be cold." Alexandra: :) Cheeky. A second later, another photo. Kira again, now with her hair down and framing her face. She was wearing a short, form-hugging grey sweater dress with the black leggings. Now her full length was visible, including the over-the-knee black leather boots with what appeared to be 3 or 4 inch heels. The caption read "OK, for real. Here's what I'll wear for dinner." Alexandra stared at her phone for a second. She was really going to go out with a woman. And worse, she could feel the heat returning between her legs. Kira looked hot as hell in that dress, and with her hair down, and most of all in those boots. She replied. Alexandra: Wow...guess we won't be walking too far with those boots? Kira: Not much, no. What about you? Alexandra: Not sure really. Alexandra's heart began to beat harder. She wasn't ready for this. Her bedroom was a mess, her apartment was a mess, she had no idea on clothing... Kira: Come on. Fashion show time. I'll do another one for you. Alexandra: OK, don't laugh at me though. I haven't thought about this at all. Give me 5 minutes. She walked into her bedroom and began rummaging through drawers and through her closet. After trying three different outfits, Alexandra settled on her best pair of jeans - the better to show off her round, muscular ass - along with a tight black sweater with an asymmetrical neckline and a bra to push up her well-shaped but smallish 32Bs. She added some practical black flats. The potential height difference appealed to her as she imagined Kira towering over her in her boots. She went back to the living room to get her phone. There was a message from Kira. The caption simply read "After dinner." It was a photo from behind and from a low angle. A cascade of blonde hair covered the upper half of her back, but the taut muscles of her uncovered lower back were clear in their definition. Only the string waistband of her black thong broke the even line of smooth skin as Alexandra's eyes traced down the backs of Kira's slim but powerful-looking legs and stopped at the tops of the still-present boots. Alexandra began to type a reply. Halfway through, she understood her difficulty: her right hand had undone the button on her jeans and her fingers were now sliding inside her panties, inching downward. Holy shit, she thought. What the hell? She erased the reply and began again. Alexandra: Only from behind? :P She waited anxiously for a few moments as her phone indicated Kira was typing. A New Alexandra Ch. 01 Kira: You'll see the front in person tomorrow. The phone indicated she was still typing. Kira: I know I'm coming on strong. More typing. Kira: But I also think I know how badly you want this. Alexandra: I think you might be right. Why was she so taken, so easily giving in? Kira: Now, your turn. Alexandra had forgotten all about her own outfit for the moment. It was going to look silly and prudish in light of Kira's seductive, aggressive sexting. An idea came to her. Alexandra typed: "Sorry, don't have a full-length mirror. Hang on a moment." Then she set the timer on her phone to 10 seconds and set it on top of her TV. After pacing off ten feet, she turned. The resulting image looked perfect to her. Posture good, hair good, her lips pursed, and her right hand jammed wrist-deep down the front of her unbuttoned jeans. Her heart skipped as she hit send. The seconds seemed like hours as she waited for the reply. She had sent mildly risqué photos to guys before, but nothing more than slightly posed bikini shots. Certainly not with her hand inside the bottoms, and a slutty-looking duck face pout to boot. A minute passed. Then another. Had she done something wrong? Kira: When's your first class tomorrow? Alexandra: I don't have any. Kira: Me neither. Alexandra paused. Where was this going? Kira: I was just thinking. Alexandra understood just as the message arrived. Kira: I'd be willing to come pick you up now if you want to come over tonight. After roughly ten seconds of thought, Alexandra knew she was only kidding herself. Her panties were soaked and her hand was still inside them, now gently rubbing her clit. Alexandra: OK. Kira: OK? Alexandra: Sorry. Yes. Let me get ready. Kira: It seems like you're ready right now ;) I'm on my way. Kira: It'll be about a half hour. I'll text you when I'm out front. Alexandra: See you then. Alexandra jumped in the shower and hastily began to shave her legs. This was more of a challenge than usual: her hands were shaking, and her legs felt a bit weak as well. Nonetheless, within a few minutes her legs were smooth and her hair was clean. After drying off, she looked at her phone: only ten minutes for makeup, to get dressed and to get downstairs. As she stepped out of the elevator in a long jacket covering the same outfit as in her picture - with a new pair of panties, a simple black pair with a bit of lace - Alexandra realized she had left the TV on. She was just about to turn around when her phone buzzed. She walked outside. Still freezing. Alexandra took a deep breath as she pulled on the door handle and hoisted herself into the Wrangler. At least it was finally warm inside. As she turned to Kira to speak again, she finally felt the nerves again. It was harder to talk in person than to text. "Th..th...thanks for coming to get me." Kira had tossed her jacket into the back and, to Alexandra's initial disappointment, wasn't wearing the dress and tights combo. Then she looked down and saw the boots, and the bare, smooth, tanned legs, and the tight black skirt. A low-cut, V-necked sweater completed the look, showing off Kira's impressive cleavage. "Staring a bit, are we?" She laughed. "Ye...sorry." "Just give me a quick kiss, then let's get on our way. OK?" They leaned over and kissed. As Kira had promised, it was just a peck, but Alexandra felt the warmth returning between her legs yet again. They pulled away from the building. "Now stare all you want. You've got twenty-odd minutes left." "Left of what?" Kira laughed again. "You'll understand later. Music?" "Sure. Whatever you feel like." "We don't need any - I was just offering. I know you're nervous." Was it that obvious? "I know this has all happened really fast, but it seems like you're really into it. I know that oh-shit-I-think-I-might-like-girls moment really snuck up on you, but that happens. And it makes sense. Remember what you told me about what you like in guys?" Alexandra nodded. "Basically: fit, smart, aggressive, and you liked sex rough, yeah?" "Yeah." "But you never actually said anything about guys anywhere in there. All of it was about sexuality and what you were attracted to. And I'll tell you, it's really empowering to hear a hot girl who thinks she's straight describe her ideal partner as someone who sounds a hell of a lot like me." Alexandra looked for a distraction. She knew Kira was right about the reasons for her attraction, but she wasn't quite ready to discuss them in this depth. So she spoke up. "So why me? It sounds like maybe just a good opportunity?" Kira shook her head, a strand of blonde hair falling momentarily in front of her glasses. She brushed it away. "No. I've been looking for a while for someone who wants someone like me as a partner, and it's true that you fit that. But you also fit a lot of other things: you're clearly smart and serious-minded, as you were closing down a library on Thursday when you didn't have class on Friday. You study economics, which I did as well. You played soccer and were, I assume, quite good. Again, same as me. So we've got a lot in common. So let's be clear here. Yes, I want to fuck you, and I will, and you're going to love it. But there's a lot more there." Alexandra felt her stomach tighten. She said was going to fuck me. "What do you mean, more?" "I think you're smart enough to know already that this is more than a hookup and more than a tiny exploration for you. I can see it in your eyes already and by how quickly you've adapted to how I do things. You're going to be changed a lot by this experience - by me - and you're going to love it." Alexandra let the speech sink in as the lights of downtown Chicago went past. Again, Kira was almost certainly correct. But what did it mean for her? And wasn't this maybe getting ahead of itself? Kira resumed. "You might be thinking I'm a bit cocky, or even arrogant for saying all this. But if I were a guy of my personality description, what you know of my life history, and my attractiveness level, you'd be all over me. Right?" "Right," conceded Alexandra. "And you also admit that you think I'm really hot." "Right." "So you'll know later tonight whether I'm right and whether I can do what I want to you." "What's that?" Kira reached over and stroked Alexandra's thigh, not taking her eyes off of the road. "Just a minute more, babe." They had arrived on the North Side, somewhere near Lakeview or Wrigleyville. Kira turned the Wrangler into a parking garage underneath a multi-story brick building and pulled into a space against the back wall. Kira turned off the ignition and smiled across the front seat at Alexandra. "On behalf of United Airlines and our Chicago-based flight crew, I'd like to wish you a warm welcome to Chicago, where the air is decidedly not. We hope you've had a pleasant flight and wish you a wonderful, sexy night here in Chicago, or wherever your travels may take you." Despite her tension, Alexandra laughed. "Been waiting to use that one, eh?" "For connections to Minneapolis, go to gate B4. For Detroit, B17. For..." Alexandra met the flight attendant-impersonating Kira at the back bumper, following her to the exit. "For Kansas City, B12." Alexandra laughed again. "So..." Kira finished: "And for your first unforgettable night of lesbian sex, please follow me up to apartment 415." Alexandra swallowed hard, but took Kira's hand as it was held out to her, their fingers lacing together as they went towards the fire door out of the garage. Lesbian sex was really what she was about to do. A thought came into her head for the first time: what if she wasn't any good at it? They reached the elevator lobby. "I see you haven't headed to gate B8, Miss Henderson," joked Kira. "I suppose I haven't." She looked up at her blonde soon-to-be first female lover. "Turn your phone off. Or to silent. I don't want you distracted." Alexandra did as instructed. The elevator beeped to a stop and they got on. "So do you want me to go easy on you the first time, nice and slow, or ..." For once, Alexandra interrupted. "I'm a rookie here. I want it how you want it." "No, you might as well say what you actually mean." "What's that?" "You want me to fuck you however I want to fuck you." Kira paused, running her hands through her hair as if to tease the nervous Alexandra. "Am I correct, Alexandra?" Alexandra was having trouble replying. She could feel the wetness already beginning to soak into her panties. Fuck you however I want to fuck you. God, it sounded hot. "You're correct, Miss Manning." She smiled a final demure smile as they reached a red door with the gold numerals 4-1-5 on it. Kira slid the key into the lock and slowly opened the door. They stepped through. Alexandra heard the door close behind her milliseconds before she felt its weight against her back as Kira pushed her against it, pinning her. She felt the taller girl's hands holding hers up against the door as a line of aggressive kisses moved down her neck, turning to nibbles as they reached her collarbone. They each tore their coats off, throwing them to the floor. Abruptly, Kira stopped. Their eyes met for the first time inside the apartment. Alexandra thought Kira's looked passionate, intense, and most of all, entirely in control. Sexy as hell. Alexandra felt her lips parting as Kira's met hers, their tongues meeting in the middle. They kissed for what seemed like minutes as Alexandra felt her body being explored by new hands. Not gently, but not unskillfully: the perfect blend of rough and caring. One hand came to rest in her hair, massaging the back of her neck as the other slid around and began massaging her ass. Kira broke the kiss. "You. Bedroom. Now." She swung her arm around Alexandra's waist. The strength surprised the smaller girl. None of her male lovers had ever moved her around quite like this. Seconds later, having seen the apartment whiz by in a blur of IKEA dark-wood furnishings, Alexandra found herself in the doorway of Kira's bedroom. She again felt Kira kissing the side of her neck from above and behind, moving the hair around to the other shoulder as the kisses again evolved to nibbles. She could feel Kira's breasts pressing into her upper back. The hot breath on her neck was making her legs start to turn to jelly, and Alexandra knew she was no longer in any control. She heard a whisper, almost a growl, come from next to her ear. "You sure you're ready?" Alexandra nodded. She felt Kira slide a hand around onto the bare skin of her stomach. Under her shirt. Teeth gently nibbled her right ear as another hand came around her. She turned over her shoulder and their tongues met again, this time desperately. The hands tightened and she felt one sliding down, unbuttoning the front of her jeans. Kira's voice in her ear again. "Pants. Off." Alexandra nodded again, biting her lip. Fuck, her pussy was soaking. Kira moved away from behind her as Alexandra continued sliding her jeans and shoes off and stepped into the bedroom. The bed was in front of her, only five more feet or so. "Shirt too. My house, my rules." As soon as she pulled her jeans off, Alexandra raised her arms as an impatient Kira tore the sweater off over her head. Kira, still fully clothed, ran her hands over her new prize's smooth, tight torso as Alexandra turned her head and they began making out again. "Onto the bed. Bra and panties stay on." Alexandra did as she was told and looked up at the still-standing Kira. "You were staring earlier, Alexandra." Alexandra nodded. "Yes or no?" "I was." "You want to see more, yes?" "God, yes," Alexandra moaned. She felt her hands unconsciously sliding around, one to her breasts and one down towards her panty-covered snatch. Kira slid her shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Her massive 34Es were now on display, clad only in a solid black bra, and her six-pack abs were apparent even in the dim light of the bedroom. She turned around and walked to what Alex assumed was the bathroom door. "I'll be just a second," she said by way of explanation. The door closed behind her. In the empty room, Alexandra unabashedly began to play with herself, her whole hand now inside her underwear. Should she leave her bra on or not? Let Kira catch her or not? Before she could answer either question, the door opened. There stood Kira, backlit by the bathroom light. She looked the same until she stepped closer and shut the door behind her. The bra was still there, as were the boots. But the skirt was gone, and there were no panties at all in evidence. She spoke first. "I see you've been keeping yourself busy." "Mmmhm." "You wanna show me?" She stood next to the bed. "Come on, show me how you were just fucking yourself." Alexandra moaned as she began fingering herself again. She could feel an orgasm starting to build when a hand closed around her wrist. "My turn. Sit up." Alexandra sat up, and Kira sat upright behind her, straddling her from behind. Alexandra could feel the enormous tits pressing into her naked back, just as she felt the clasp of her bra come undone and expert hands tossing it aside. And then a hand slid inside her panties and gently begin rubbing her clit. Alexandra moaned. Kira was not just good; she was amazing. She was better at this even than Alexandra was at doing it to herself. As she began to speed up, her other hand moved up to pinch Alexandra's stiff left nipple. Men had never paid Alexandra's breasts much attention, but now Kira was giving her a nice firm pinch and a caress of her well-shaped B cups. Alexandra could again feel Kira's hot breath on her neck, kissing her just where she had been earlier. The perfect spot, below her jawline and behind her ear, around toward the back. She felt her back stiffening as she knew she was about to cum. The whisper again: "Cum for me, baby." That did it. "Mmmm. Mmmm! Ahhh!" The orgasm ripped through Alexandra, her muscles contracting involuntarily as the screams escaped her. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!" The spasms lasted for far longer than they ever had before for Alexandra as she came and came to Kira's expert handling. She realized she had been bucking her hips front-to-back, grinding Kira's fingers against her clit as hard as she could. That had never happened before. One final rush overcame her "Fuuuuuck I'm cummmm....aaaaaah!" As she caught her breath, Alexandra heard Kira's voice again. "Get those fucking panties off. I'm not done with you." Alexandra's hands responded instantly, as if they'd been waiting for the command. She slid the panties over her hips, revealing her glistening lips and mound, covered in a downy fuzz. The voice again: "I won't hold it against you this time, but from tomorrow morning on, you'll be shaved." "Mmmhmm." "Mmmhmm what?" Kira's tone was assertive, dominant, almost controlling. "I'll be shaving my box tomorrow." "Your what?" "My box. My pussy." Dirtier. "Your cunt. You will have a perfectly shaved cunt for me as of the morning." Cunt. The word itself sent a shiver through Alexandra. So that was it now. Her box, her sex, her flower was now a cunt. "Yes. I'll have my cunt shaved completely bald tomorrow." "Good girl." Kira moved to the edge of the bed. "I changed my mind. I'll get back to you later. But first." She stood up, standing aside the bed, feet spread slightly apart. "You like my boots?" "Mmmm. Mmmhmm." "Why?" "They're so sexy. You look so fucking hot in them." Kira grinned. "I thought they were the right look for tonight. I suppose you don't mind that I've left them on, do you?" "No." "Good, now stop looking at them, and look at my cunt." She stepped closer. Alexandra understood immediately, and leaned forwards. She could smell Kira's juices now, just inches away from her face. The tan skin was smooth, unmarred by the smallest hint of hair. And it smelled so perfectly of sex. Suddenly, Kira moved away and sat down next to Alexandra, gently began to to nudge her off of the bed. "Kneel." Alexandra again understood. She knelt between the legs spread in front of her, placing her hands on Kira's thighs for support. "I think you're ready." Again Alexandra leaned forward, the sweet smell of sex filling her nostrils. This time her target did not move, and she felt for the first time her tongue entering another woman. Fuck, Alexandra thought, she tastes so fucking good. You're eating cunt and loving it. It took only a few seconds for Alexandra to get a full handle on her new habit: soon she was greedily lapping up the juices as they flowed and burying her face as deep in the shaved lips as possible. She heard her own moans starting involuntarily, just as Kira's began as well. Then a hand on the back of her head, pressing her further into the juices. She desperately tongued the hard clit that now rested between her lips, struggling to breathe. After a minute, Kira's hips began to move in a wave-like motion, up and down and up again and the muscles in her thighs started to tighten under Alexandra's fingers. Alexandra knew that she was close to making her partner cum, and she could feel her own body tensing as well. Instinctively, she slid her own hand off Kira's thigh and between her own legs, finding her dripping cunt once more. She heard Kira again: "Fuck, that's it...finger yourself, slut!" Being called a slut sent Alexandra over the edge. She felt another orgasm tear through her as she buried her fingers inside herself. A split second later, Kira began to cum. Alexandra could hear herself moaning in ecstasy as Kira's legs tightened around her head. Still she could hear her partner's screams: "Unh! Aaah, fuck! Oooooh, fuckfuckfuck!" Seconds later, Kira's orgasm ended, as Alexandra's did as well. The hands released from her head and Alexandra took a deep breath. She looked up, still kneeling between the legs of the girl who had now collapsed backwards onto the bed. Her first time with a woman was over. They sat in silence for perhaps ten seconds. Kira spoke first. "Come up here." It was all she needed to say. Alexandra peeled herself off the floor and moved up to the bed, where Kira had positioned herself lengthwise on one side. They lay side to side, facing each other. "That was fucking awesome, Alexandra. That's great stuff for anyone, not just a first timer." Alexandra felt herself blushing, and then realized why there was still such a strong smell around her. "I'm glad. My face is fucking covered in your cunt juice." Fuck, she thought. Cunt again. "And you're not wiping it off, I see." "I'm not. I love it. I fucking love it." "Soooooo," Kira purred. "Not so straight, are we?" Alexandra knew it was time to admit it. "No. I'm not. I think I'm at least bi." "Think?" "Know. I fucking loved eating you out." "I know. And I think it's not just me." "Hm?" "Well, I dare you to walk around tomorrow and not start noticing how hot women are - " "Oh, I know." "And how hot men aren't, sweetie." She paused, staring at her new lover. "Alexandra, let me be completely candid with you. I am going to turn you completely. You will be 100% lesbian." Alexandra swallowed. This she hadn't anticipated. "In fact, I think you already are, and you just haven't gotten there yet." "I... but..." Kira interrupted her. "But nothing, sweetie. Let's get to the shower first. It's time to get that cum off your face and get your little slut cunt shaved." A New Alexandra Ch. 01 With no further comment, the blonde slipped off the bed and stood up, her heels clunking on the hardwood floor as she strode toward the slightly-ajar bathroom door. Alexandra slid across the bed and stood as well, following her toward the outline of light.