7 comments/ 26207 views/ 41 favorites Another Taste of Perfection Ch. 01 By: kategreen84 I'm in a dark corner of a dark club somewhere in Chicago. I'm in the corner mainly because I'm out of the way here. I hate clubs. But O loves them. She toasts me from the dance floor and I raise my drink in return. I'm only here because I promised her I would come out and it was her turn to pick the place. A couple of guys have stopped by to ask me if I want a drink. Which is why I haven't taken even a sip of mine. I am so not interested in dating right now. I'm reading an email from my agent when my night - and possibly my entire life changes. Someone sits down in the chair across from me. "I already have a drink," I shout over the music, "But thanks!" I don't look up. "Are you always this personable?" A silky voice answers. My eyes meet hers and I'm frozen in time. I feel my cheeks getting hot and she grins. "I'm sorry!" "It's totally okay. I've been watching you get hit on all night," she laughs. I giggle nervously, "Yeah, vultures." We both laugh again and my breath gets caught in my throat, "Wait, you've been watching me?" She throws her head back in laughter. It's then that I really see the rest of her. I'd been so stuck on her eyes. They're incredible. Like looking at the ocean on a grey day. She's slender all over. Long fingers. Beautiful raven hair down past her breasts. Her lips are full and shiny pink. They look wet and I find myself wondering what they'd feel like against my skin. I take a long drink. "I was wondering if you'd caught that," she smiles brightly. "I'm sorry. You caught me totally off guard." I fidget with my straw. She puts her long-fingered hand on my arm, "Am I making you nervous?" she shouts over all of the noise. She brushes a blonde curl away from my face. O plops down in the seat next to me, sweaty, "Woo! I can't believe you don't like this," she yells. Her top is nearly exposing her breasts and I motion for her to pull it up a bit. She laughs, "Did you miss the memo, grandma? This is how normal people dress to go clubbing!" She looks across the table, "Hi!" I realize I haven't even learned this girl's name. "Hi," she extends a hand. Her wrists are tiny. She's lovely in so many ways. "I'm Lana," "Ophelia. Nice to meet ya. Maybe you can get grandma on the dance floor!" she shakes Lana's hand, downs her drink, and flies back onto the dance floor. "I've gotten your friend's name. What's yours?" "Elle," I glance back to the crowd to try to spot O. Maybe signal an S.O.S. "So, have you been turning guys down all night because you're taken?" My mouth drops open, "I've hardly been turning guys down ALL night..." "Please," she cocks her head to the side, her eyes shining against the lights that flash nearby, "You're easily the most beautiful woman in the room." My cheeks are on fire. She scoots her chair closer. I take another drink. "So," she puts a hand on my arm again, "Are you attached?" "I don't really have time for a boyfriend," I stare at my drink. It's mostly watered down now. She pushes my hair behind my ear and puts her wet, pink lips close, "Am I making you uncomfortable, pretty girl?" Hot breath on my neck forces every hair on my body to stand at attention. My eyelids are heavy now and she's still next to my ear. I look over at O. She's in her own world, thank god. I feel a hand on my leg that isn't mine and she leans even closer, "I want to know everything about you. Including - and most pressingly - how you taste." Her hand moves higher on my thigh. In my head, I'm up on the table as though I've just seen a roach skitter by. I'm jumping up and down, screaming and horrified. In real life, I'm petrified. My eyes are closed and I'm gradually becoming aware of her lips on my neck. I feel like I could fall asleep right this moment. I'm hot and all of my limbs are heavy. Her lips are back at my earlobe, "Breathe," her voice is deep and husky. Her fingers are making their way higher. They've passes the hem of my skirt and haven't stopped. I peek at O again. She's dancing in a way that her mother wouldn't approve of, but she's paying me no attention. I'm trembling as I open my thighs slightly. I can feel her plump lips close by, smiling. The tip of her middle finger finds my pulsating, inflamed clit and I could cum right there in that moment. I want to look around to see if anyone is staring, but if I open my eyes, it might all go away. Instead, I lean into her, allowing her fingers better access to my warm, gooey center. I'm suddenly acutely aware of her smell: fresh, clean. Like flowers. Clean laundry. Snow. I don't know. It's nothing I've ever smelled. I open my eyes just slightly and meet her stare. She mouths "breathe" right before she pushes my undies aside and dips a couple of fingers into the pool of hotness that has formed so quickly between my thighs. She smiles and purrs, "You're incredible!" Forgetting where we are, I push my hips forward, silently begging her to push those long fingers into me. I want her to thrust them inside my pussy. To feel me deep. I want her to take my clit between two of those fingers and make me cum all over her hand. I'm sopping wet. Instead, she puts my underwear back into place and removes her hand. My body shivers and my eyes snap open. I'm angry. Furious. What's she doing? I find her eyes again, her cheeks are bright pink. She takes two fingers into her mouth, cleaning them thoroughly with her tongue. The warmth rushes over me again. My body is aching and I want to cum more than anything I've ever wanted in my entire life. The first time I made myself cum, the intensity was gigantic. My entire world fell apart and reassembled in a matter of moments. This felt better than that. She leaned in to me again, her warmth comforting my aching loins, "You taste like perfection," She looked over my shoulder and then I looked back. I was expecting everyone in the place to be staring in shock and awe. It was just O. And she was drunk. "Okay, grandma," she slurred, "It's time to go. I am DEEEE-runk. And some creep-o keeps trying to touch my boobs." I made my mom face at her, "Okay, give me a minute." I looked back at Lana. She was smiling as though nothing had happened, "It was nice to meet you both," she stood up from the table, "Get home safe." With that, she walked over to the bar and disappeared into the crowd. I was suddenly filled with... I don't know. Sadness. Like I missed her. And that was that. O was hanging on my shoulder out on the street while I hailed a taxi, "Let me make sure I have cash," I helped her sit down on a bench while I dug in my purse. I opened the small side pocket and pulled out a $20. A cab pulled up and I helped O into the backseat. "Ma'am," a voice came from behind me, "You dropped this." one of the valets was holding out a small, white card. On one side there was a heart drawn in pen. On the other, Lana's name, number and email address. And a small note at the bottom that reads: Can't wait for another taste of perfection... Another Taste of Perfection Ch. 02 O barely makes it through the door before she passes out on my ottoman. I take her shoes off and cover with a blanket that she almost immediately kicks off. In my room, I sit down on my bed and take out her card again. The temptation to text her right now is overwhelming, but I'm assuming this works the same way as with guys. Gotta play it cool. I strip down to just my underwear and freefall onto my bed. I let my eyes close and she comes back into view. Her impossibly shiny black hair. Pink lips. Those eyes. I know it's cliche to go gaga over eyes, but hers... they're unbelievable. I'm trying to recall how she smelled. Fresh. Pure. Clean. It wasn't floral. It wasn't sweet. Then I remember those long fingers creeping up my thigh. I'm getting chills even now. And just like that, my hand is underneath the band of my panties. I'm desperate to feel the way I did then. The incredible first-time sensation. And, really, it was a first time. That's what's so wild about this. I've never been sexual with another woman. I mean, every girl kisses her best friend when she's too drunk to know better. But this was -- I don't know. It was... more intense than anything I've felt with a man before. She knew exactly how to touch me. I am unwittingly massaging myself. Faster. Harder. I can't get that feeling back, but I have to cum. I employ both hands, rubbing harder and letting up at just the right moment. That wave of warm pleasure begins to wash over me as a rather powerful orgasm surprises me. My breathing halts to stifle any sounds I might like to make. My mouth is wide open, tiny breaths escaping. Eyes are squeezed shut. Fingers -- now slowed down -- working my clit. Those telltale spasms inside run up and down inside of me while I wind down. I use my last ounce of strength to pull a sheet over me and I'm out. _________________________________________ I wake up hot. The sun is baking me and my sheet is somewhere on the floor. I smell bacon and coffee. I can hear O singing some song from the 20s. And doing so expertly. I pull a shirt over my head and join her in the kitchen. "Morning, sleepyhead," she continues humming. I pour a cup of coffee, "Morning." "I made some bacon and eggs. There's a warm plate for you in the oven and there'll be toast in a bit." "How are you so ... alert?" I squint at her. She walks over, pinches my cheeks, and smiles up at me, "I don't get hungover, remember, grandma?" "Oh, right." "Well," she pulls my plate out of the over, buries it with food, and slides it onto the island, "I'm gonna take a shower and then head over to the lake. It's 'sposed to be 60 today! You should come with," she says brightly and leaves the room before I have a chance to answer. I scurry back to my room and retreive Lana's card and my phone. I sneak back into the kitchen, waiting by the bathroom door until I hear the shower. What the heck do you say to someone who almost fingered you in the first 10 minutes of meeting you? What sounds totally breezy but says, "Hey, I masturbated to you last night and I'd really love to see you again but I'm also kinda terrified?" I'm just about to start typing when my agent calls. "Jules! How are you?" "Elle, I'm just fine. You know I love pleasantries as anybody else, but I have some exciting news that needs to be addressed and I think we should meet." She sounds chipper. This is weird, "Okay, sure. When? Where?" "Noon. That Potbelly at State and Lake. I'm craving one of those Wreck sandwiches." "Noon? As in 15 minutes from now?" "That would be the one," I can hear her smiling. "I'll be there!" I hang up and run to my room. I pull on a pair of jeans and throw my hair up in a ponytail. Living in the corncob buildings, I'm not all that far from State and Lake, but this will still require me to hustle. Which I'm not a fan of in any capacity. The loop is swimming with tourists, all of them staring up at the buildings and not watching where they're going. Jules is set up in a corner booth going to TOWN on a sandwich. I approach the table, "Would you like me to leave you two alone?" She motions for me to sit. She holds up a finger, chewing slowly, "Okay, here's the deal. I have a producer at Lionsgate who wants to meet and talk about your script." I jump up from the table, "Oh my god! That's amazing!" "Here's the catch," she takes a giant bite of sandwich and chews with her eyes closed, savoring, "We..." chew chew chew "Have to leave..." chew chew chew "Tonight." "No problem!" "That's my girl!" she finishes her sandwich and triumphantly launches her balled-up paper bag at the garbage can, "The next flight out there is at 7:40 from O'Hare. Go home, get packed, and I'll meet you at the airport at 6." I run all the way home and barge in the door. A note of the fridge: I wrapped up your breakfast and put it in the fridge. I'll be home around 5. I have no time for breakfast. I grab my pantsuit from the closet and put it -- along with my laptop and a copy of my script into my suitcase. I take off my jeans to jump in a shower and Lana's card falls out of the pocket. I throb from deep within when I remember her hands. I'm feeling suddenly confident and I finally text her: Found your card, sneaky girl. I stare at my phone for a good 10 minutes. Nothing. In the shower, I imagine her slim figure behind me. Her hands moving from my back, under arms, to my breasts. Everything slippery. Soapy. I pinch my nipples and imagine how she might do it. I like to think she would kiss my neck and whisper in my ear again. Pretty girl. I hear my phone chime in the other room and finish up as quickly as I can. Sans towel, I run across the apartment. From: Ophelia Gunderson U comin' out? Funny you should ask... I text her back and tell her I'm flying to LA tonight. She follows up in typical O fashion with approximately one million questions. I reply: I'll explain later. I'm wolfing down my breakfast when my phone dings at me again. "O, seriously..." I pick it up. A text from an unsaved number. I was wondering when I'd hear from you ;) A butterfly bomb detonates in my tummy and I'm jumping up and down, squealing. I stop, look around. Be cool, Elle. Be. Cool. I text back. Well, you made quite a first impression. I'm biting my lips, staring at my phone. I feel like I might vomit. A reply! I could still smell you on my fingers this morning. mmm... I can feel my cheeks ignite, but I also feel something else. A dull ache, calling out from within. What is it with this girl? How is she doing this to me? I have to be out the door in an hour. Another text. Can I see you tonight? Fuck. No. I'm actually going to be out of town until Tuesday morning. She texts back. Anywhere fun? Santa Monica, I reply. Ooh-la-la, she answers. Will you have dinner with me and tell me all about it when you return? Ahh! If I had more room in my apartment I would do cartwheels! I'm tempted to move the bed and just do one. Absolutely. Can't wait. Text me when you're back in town, pretty girl, she answers. _______________________________ The flight was relatively peaceful. Jules and I grab a drink at the hotel bar and go over my treatment. 9am comes way too quickly. I meet Jules in the lobby and we over to Lionsgate. Our meeting lasts all of 10 minutes and we are told that they'll call us. "Don't get discouraged, honey. All things considered, that went well. They love your idea. I've got a good feeling about this," she opens the car door for me and we climb in, "Say, would you mind heading back to Chicago this afternoon? I know that's a lot of travel in a very short amount of time but I..." My stomach jumps into my throat, "Let's go home! That's an excellent idea." We get back to the hotel, grab brunch, and head back to the airport. My nerves get the best of me and I text Lana to let her know I'm coming home. I don't want her to make plans. Turns out I'm coming back tonight. Busy? I hear nothing back. I text O to let her know I'm on my way home early. We board the plane and I'm staring at my phone until they come by and tell me for the third time to shut it down. I turn it off and close my eyes. Jules has already taken her motion sickness pills and she's down. When I open my eyes again, we're on the ground. We share a cab home. O is nowhere to be found when I arrive. A note on the fridge reads: Working 'til midnight then goin' out. You should come out! Love you! I pull my phone out of my pocket. Oh my god! I forgot to turn my phone back on! How does that even happen?! I hold the top button and it wakes up. I'm staring daggers while it comes to. "Why are you going so slow?!" My email notifications show up. Facebook notifications. My minigolf game tells me that players are waiting for me to take my turn. Finally -- FINALLY -- my text alerts come in. Four from O. Two from Lana. I tap Lana's name. Why so soon? I have plans tonight. Still wanna meet tomorrow? My heart sinks but jumps right back up into my throat when I see the next message. Oh darn. Plans fell through. Still available this evening? Once again I'm jumping up and down. Fist pumping. Singing. I text her my address and she says there's a great restaurant right over here that she loves. She'll come by around 9. I would run around cleaning, but O is just so damn neat. All I really have to do is make my bed. My bed. What if we end up there later? The idea gets me excited. I shower and curl my hair. I put on a red dress that leaves just enough to the imagination. I light candles. Then blow them out. Is that too cliche? I light them again. Blow them out again. Then light them again. Fuck it! I grab a bottle of wine from the rack and open it to start the breathing process. My phone rings and it's the doorman. "Hello?" I try not to sound insane. "Hi, I have a miss Lana here to see you..." "Send her up. Thanks!" My hands are trembling and I stand by the couch so it won't sound like I was right by the door when she knocks. Ah! Music! I turn on the iPod speakers that O always has plugged in. Some old sounding 20s song comes on. Kinda romantic. I leave it. A knock at the door and I'm doing everything in my power not to scream. I open the door and her scent floods the room. "Hi," I can't help but grin. "Hey, pretty girl," her voice is softer now that she doesn't have to shout over house music. Her coat is open. A long, green dress hangs on her every curve. Her hair is kind of wild but hangs past her shoulders, soft and shiny. "Come on in," I step back so she can enter. She takes a few steps in and looks around, "Wow. Nice place," she nods in approval. "Thanks. I live here with O." She whirls around back to me, "Is she around?" "No. She's bartending until midnight," I play with the hem of my dress. "I opened a bottle of wine. Do you drink wine?" "I love wine," her mouth twists into her very unique smile. Seductive. Cute. I pull out two wine glasses, "You know, I have to tell you that I've never done anything like the other night," I fill both glasses and pass her one. "Like what?" She pulls her coat off. I can see her figure now. She isn't wearing a bra, but her breasts are perfectly fine without. They're small. Lovely on her frame. I want to grab her hips and kiss her. I want to feel those lips I've fantasized about against my own. "Well, I don't usually go to clubs in the first place. I especially don't go to clubs -- or anywhere for that matter -- and get so... intimate with someone I've just met." She takes a sip, "Neither do I. But I saw you when I walked in and couldn't take my eyes off of you." I'm bright red. I can feel it. "There's those rosy pink cheeks I'm so fond of." I touch my face, "Huh?" "I like when you get all flustered," she sets her glass down and moves around to my side of the island, "I hope I'm not being too forward here, but I haven't been able to get you out of my head since the other night." She's just shorter than I am. Those eyes looking up at me. Long lashes batting. She smells divine. She takes my glass from my hand and sets it on the counter behind her along with her glass. She turns back to me and brushes my hot cheek with the back of her fingers. They're cool to the touch. She's so close to me now. Her voice comes out lower, velvety, "Would it be alright if I didn't wait for the formality of a goodnight kiss?" I'm not even sure if words come out of my mouth or not, but I'm making sure to nod so she knows. Both of her hands are on my face now and she pulls my lips to hers. At first, everything is delicate. She's barely meeting my lips. I can feel her breath. Her tongue glides across my lower lip and she pushes forward. I'm trying to take in everything in this moment. Her smell, lips, taste. Her hands are in my hair now. My mouth is open and my tongue is discovering hers. She breaks the kiss and pulls my hair, giving her open access to my neck. She licks from my collarbone to my ear and bites the lobe. Pulling my lips back to hers, she kisses me again, deeply and with everything she has. I meet her enthusiasm and let my hands wander. Her hair is just as smooth as it looks. "I want you," she says into our kiss. I'm totally taken by the moment. Without a second thought, I pull her dress down, exposing her hard, pink nipples. I take one between my lips. I feel like I'm in some sort of trance. I can hear her moaning and flick my tongue over the other nipple, making sure to take the time to savor it. She pulls me back to her mouth and kisses from my chin down to my tits, pulling my dress and bra aside. She marvels at me a moment before she sucks me into her mouth hard. "Mmm... you're unbelievable. So gorgeous," she mumbles against my chest. I can feel the wetness spreading to my thighs below. No one has ever had this effect on me. She pulls my hair back and stops, her lips almost against mine. She moves the hem of my dress up and swiftly finds her way into my panties. Her fingers dive into the pool between my thighs and she gasps, "You're soooo wet," she takes her fingers up to her mouth and licks them, eyes closed. "I'm going to give you exactly what you wanted the other night," and with that, two long fingers are inside me. I grunt loudly and she strokes me. This lasts a few moments before she pulls out and pushes me up onto the island. The granite is cold against my ass. She pushes my legs open. She stops for a moment, running her fingertips from my hips to the wet spot on my underwear. I grip the stone beneath me and she makes eye contact as she kneels down and puts her mouth against me. I let my head fall back and she runs a finger up and down the soaked material, "Look at me, Elle. I want to see you." I watch as she rips through the thin layer of cotton separating her lips from mine. She coos at the sight of my bare clit and dripping cunt. After rubbing her thumb up and down my opening for a couple of seconds, she maintains eye contact as she sucks my clit between her lips. She rolls her tongue over my throbbing bump. My hips are lurching forward, begging her to take me into her mouth deeper. Harder. All of the pent up sexual energy is manifesting in what might be the most insane orgasm I've ever experienced. I feel two fingers slip into me and she begins to stroke me again. I'm being louder than I mean to, but I can't do a damn thing about it. Her lips circle my hot clit and her fingers put perfect pressure just where I need it. I can't hold back anymore. I don't want to cum, but I can't hold it. I fall back onto the island and I can hear her humming approval, but everything else is far away. She continues to lick and nip and suck my lips and clit, "I could eat you all night, pretty girl." She grabs my hands and pulls me up to meet her. She kisses me, my wetness covering those perfect lips. I put my forehead against hers, "I wanna taste you." She helps me off the island and I take her over to the ottoman. I pull her dress down and it falls to the floor. I take those perky nipples back into my mouth and play with the hard tips. I run my hands down her body, feeling her skin and how soft it is. Smooth. Hairless. I pull her dress off the rest of the way and make the fantastic discovery that she doesn't have any panties on. Another amazing discovery: she's pierced. My thumb rubs against her ring and she groans, falling back. I let my tongue dip into her and cover the rest of her pussy with my whole mouth. I suck and flick my tongue against her clit ring a couple of times. Her hips are trembling beneath my hands and grab her hard, getting her clit right between my lips and shaking my head hard against her. She tastes like perfection, too. I lap up everything she's giving me. Just like that, she's bucking and crying out. She's cumming. I get an overwhelming sense of pride and don't stop until she pulls away. Her face is flushed and she's out of breath. She pulls me onto the ottoman with her and we lay there, breathing, for awhile. She rolls over and makes circles around my nipples with her fingers, "You really are perfection. Would you be offended if you didn't go out to dinner? I was hoping we might take a shower and then... see what else happens." I can't help but laugh, "I'd be absolutely fine with that. Can I ask you something?" She raises her eyebrows. "Is this... like... a date?" Her lips curl into that smile and she props herself up on her elbow. She puts her hand on my face and kisses my forehead, nose, then lips, "If this is a date, it's the best date I've ever been on." I stand up, helping her to her feet, and we go take a shower. For about 2 hours. Another Taste of Perfection Ch. 03 I hear O singing in the kitchen and smell bacon and coffee before I open my eyes. OH GOD. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears when I realize that Lana is still naked in my bed. Draped over me. And my room smells like sex. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I lift her arm off of me and put on a t-shirt and some perfume. I walk out and quietly close the door then pad into the kitchen, "Morning," I pour a cup of coffee. O pulls the bacon out of the oven, "Good morning. Would your guest like some breakfast?" she smirks. "Hm?" "Oh, please. Two bottles of wine. Did you drink those yourself? And that's not your coat on that chair." She waves the spatula at me, quite proud of her sleuthing. Before I can answer her, Lana emerges from my bedroom, sex hair all over the place, my STYX t-shirt and some of my shorts. She looks adorable. "Morning," she kisses my cheek and reaches for a coffee mug. "Hey!" O shouts. All the color has drained out of my face and I feel like I might faint. "Aren't you the chick from the club the other night?" O asks, still gesticulating with the spatula. "Lana," she smiles that sexy, mischievous smile. "Right! Lana. Do you like bacon? Cause I made a shit-ton." I'm frozen in time. Both of them turn to me, "Oh my god, Elle! Are you feeling alright?" O runs over and puts her hands on my shoulders. She blinks up at me and I can hear her talking, but I can't manage to say anything. "Elle," Lana puts her hand on my cheek, "You look like you've just seen a ghost." Finally I say, "We were just watching movies all night." They look perplexed. "That's why Lana's still here," I go on, now unable to stop speaking, "She came over so we could watch movies and we fell asleep." O raises an eyebrow, "Elle, did you also color in coloring books and bake cookies?" "Huh?" Lana looks nonplussed, "We were going to go out to dinner but we stayed here and fucked a bunch." "Now that believe," O turns back to the eggs on the stove. "Lana!" She puts a hand on her hip, "It's not like you're a kid telling your mom what we did. You're a grown woman." "Do you guys want toast?" O grabs a loaf of bread from the breadbox. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to make this weird." I say, sheepishly. "Well, you're the only person here who is making it weird at this time," O slides a plate toward me. I pick up a piece of bacon, "Okay then. How was your night?" "Meh. Richard took me to the Slurping Turtle. Which was awesome, but too crowded. He wanted me to go back to his place, but I just wasn't feeling it." "Who's Richard?" Lana sips her coffee. "This guy I've been seeing on and off. He's alright. But he's just alright. Ya know?" I am completely in awe. This is normal breakfast. On a normal morning. Lana is in my kitchen enjoying breakfast with me and my best friend. I must be dreaming. O finishes her eggs, "Welp, you two looooove birds have fun. I took Martin's opening shift so that I could have tonight off. I might just go out dancin'," she puts her plate in the sink and heads to the bathroom, "You guys should come," she stops and turns around, "Oh wait, you already did! Ha!" She slams the bathroom door behind her. "She's really just so special," I blush. "She seems like a great friend," Lana smiles back at me, "Listen, I don't want to wear out my welcome. Maybe I'd better go." "No!" too desperate "Uh, no, no. Stay. If you don't have any plans, I mean. We could hang out. Watch movies. I dunno." Bravo Her eyes light up at the idea and she takes another bite of bacon. ************************************************* Several hours later it's raining buckets. I've learned a few things about Lana. Her parents died when she was very young and left her everything. And everything is an insane amount of things. She didn't tell me how much, but they were incredibly comfortable financially. Instead of working, she's invested money all her life and does a ton of charity work. She loves horror movies, dirty martinis, and the color green. So I've put on a green dress. We're working our way through the Halloween franchise and drinking dirty martinis. Lana cozies up to me, "Do you have a sweatshirt I could borrow? I'm freezing." "I have a whole drawer full. Go pick one out. Middle dresser drawer." Uh oh Before I'm even on my feet, Lana is standing in the doorway, waving my strap-on at me, "I'm suddenly not cold anymore. I'm pretty hot, actually." "I've never even used it. I swear. I've only... fantasized about it," She places the base of it against her pelvis and saunters over to me, pushing it against me, "I think that needs to change right now," she reaches up and kisses me, then takes my hand and guides me to my room. Lana closes the door and promptly pushes me up against it, her fingers quickly working the buttons on my dress. Her mouth has claimed mine and that warmth rises up within me. She pushes my sleeves off of my shoulders and finds a pointy, pink nipple with her teeth. She's careful not to bite too hard. "Harder," my voice is almost unrecognizable. Her teeth clamp down and my initial shock is met by a wave of pleasure. She yanks gently at the hem of my dress and it crumples to the floor. She drops to her knees and makes a neat circle with her lips over the fabric of my panties. I feel like I could crumple to the floor with my dress. My knees are shaking, but I don't dare tell her to stop. In a flash, she's back on her feet. She pushes me onto the bed and crawls on top of me. She's lapping at the cotton between my thighs like a hungry beast. Like she can't get enough of my taste. Again, instead of pulling my underwear down, she rips through the elastic band and discards them. She latches onto me, taking in every last bit of my arousal. Her tongue is like nothing I've ever felt and she works it masterfully around my clit and down to my opening. She's sucking me in over and over again and everytime I come a little closer to the brink. Just listening to her slurping sounds and the moans that drift up my way is enough to drive me crazy. My hands are in fists, gripping my pillows. I feel like I'm about to burst when I hear O come in the front door. I prop myself up on my elbows and tell Lana to stop, but she doesn't, "Not until you cum," she mumbles against my wet flesh, "and then I'm going to fuck you," she adds. I can hear O calling out. I think she eventually puts two and two together and I hear the TV go louder. Lana sees this as a green light to take liberties with the noise level and hums against me while she sucks faster, harder. A sound is stuck in the back of my throat and I'm terrified to let it out. Then, as though someone's flipped a switch, I'm being overcome with a rippling orgasm that hijacks my entire body. My voice fills the room. I slap my hand over my mouth. Lana doesn't stop. She's got her face buried in me and slowly starts backing off. She sucks my clit into her mouth and then pulls her head away, making loud suckling noises. She stands up and drops her shorts. She throws her t-shirt across the room and quickly secures the strap-on around her hips. I'm preparing myself for her. She's got this carnal desire thing going on and I'm reaping the benefits. She's on top of me again, propped up to one side, teasing me with the tip of the large rubber toy. Part of it goes inside her, most of it goes inside me. She pauses for a moment and cups my chin in her hand. Her lips flutter across my cheek until they find mine. She kisses me slowly. Softly. I can feel her moving the head down in line with me. My hips are begging for it. She breaks our kiss, covers my mouth with her free hand, and plunges all the way into me. Neither one of us lasts very long. She's thrusting into me hard, keeping intense eye contact the entire time. She bites her lip hard and throws her head back, strangled gasps escaping her throat. In the midst of her orgasm, my own rumbles up inside of me and my muscles grasp the toy vigorously. I watch her as she comes down. Her lips are bright red. Her cheeks are almost matching. Her brow is furrowed and her eyes are squeezed shut. She shakes violently a couple of times before collapsing on top of me. ******************************************************************* When we wake up, it's dark outside. Lana's angelic, contented face is resting on my shoulder. She even sleeps pretty. I can hear O's music. Poor O. I can't imagine what she heard earlier. It becomes apparent that something delicious is cooking. I remember that I haven't checked my phone in like 24 hours and I grab it from the bedside table. Jules called me. My throat tightens up and I decide to listen to the voicemail later. O texted me from the living room. I'm making gumbo tonight. Got a date comin' over around 7. Join us if you like. It's 5:45. Lana mumbles something and pulls the blankets up to her chin. We need to leave the apartment at some point, but secretly I hope she stays over again. There's something sort of wonderful about finding someone you can't get enough of. I know that eventually we'll tire of one another. But what if we don't? I'm doing my best not to label this. I always label everything. I want to go with the flow, so to speak, but I don't know that I've ever gone with the flow. Lana rolls over, eyes still closed, "What smells so good?" "O's making gumbo" "Mmmm," she smiles. "You're welcome to stay for dinner if you'd like. O has a date coming over, but we're invited to dinner," I'm nervous she'll say she has to go. And why shouldn't she? She's got things to do. Probably. "We, huh?" she sits up, "I like the sound of that." She straddles my lap and pushes my hair behind my ears, "Would you like it if I stayed for dinner, pretty girl? Cause I sure would love to." I run my hands up the small of her back. I allow myself a moment to drink her in. She really is beautiful. Her hair is mussed in a sultry I-just-had-awesome-sex way. She's a bit of perfection. I'm trying to think of a non-desperate way to ask her to stay the night again. "Hell, you could have dinner here tonight and breakfast here tomorrow." She kisses me and smiles, "I don't know what this is yet, but I haven't been this happy in a long time." I'm about to check that voicemail from Jules, but this moment is so perfect, I don't want to spoil it, "Why don't we take a shower and have some gumbo?" She looks giddy. We cross the hallway to the bathroom and O shouts from the kitchen, "Comin' up for air? I hope you haven't spoiled your appetites!" She laughs at herself and we scurry into the bathroom, giggling to ourselves. While we're getting dressed for dinner, a thought occurs to me that I wish hadn't: when something seems too good to be true, it usually is. "Hey," she catches me staring off into the distance. "Hey," I smile warmly at her. "Everything OK?" she runs her fingers down my forearm and they land, interlaced with mine. "Everything's perfect," for now...