0 comments/ 28900 views/ 8 favorites Story Of Us By: babyboo We were staring into the bright fireplace in front of us. The flames seemed to be performing just for us, swaying back and forth with all the dignity and grace of tiny ballroom dancers. Watching them was almost hypnotic. They gave the otherwise dark room a relaxing glow, filled the room with a feeling of love. Brandy was sitting between my legs, shifting to get more comfortable on the hard floor that lay beneath the tan carpet that filled our bedroom. We had been looking for a place to move in to together for awhile, tonight was our first night in our new place. OUR place, I thought and smiled. When the Realtor showed us this house with the fireplace in the master bedroom, Brandy wasted no time pulling me aside and telling me how much she wanted this to be our new home. I was hesitant at first because the rent was a little steep for us. I explained to her that we would really have to cut back on our "entertainment" budget for a few months. That would mean no take out or movies etc., we'd be spending a lot of time at home. She smiled sheepishly at me and with the attractive female Realtor only a few feet away she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "If we lived here I'd make love to you every night in front of this fireplace. Who needs takeout when I'm living with my favorite treat." Then she let her tongue slide out of her mouth and flicked my ear lobe with it. I remember smiling and wishing that the Realtor wasn't in the room cause I would have ravaged Brandy right then and there, she had that kind of affect on me often. Unfortunately the Realtor was there, and it took every ounce of my strength to resist tackling my gorgeous girlfriend. I turned to the Realtor, grinning From ear to ear and simply said, "We'll take it!" All that seems so long ago now, I thought. The weeks that went past until we moved in to the new place today seemed like months to us. We were anxious to begin our life together, and today, we had done just that. Some of our friends had helped us move our things in. You know what they say, it's always important to have at least one friend with a truck. Even with 6 of us moving things it had still taken us most of the day. We had my apartment and Brandy's apartment to move stuff out of. Granted, Brandy didn't have much left at her apartment. Over the past 6 months most of her stuff had seemed to migrate to my place like birds heading home. She was basically paying rent on her apartment for nothing because we spent every free second together, so one night I just did it. I asked her to move in with me, and the rest as they say , is history. Boxes of our stuff were still scattered around the large master bedroom because we never did get around to unpacking tonight. All day she had been teasing me, building up the anticipation for the unbelievable session of love making we just shared. She'd touch me any chance she could get, the second somebody left the room or turned their back, she'd be all over me. Well, maybe not all over me, but she'd kiss me softly or run her finger tips down my arm sending goosebumps up my spine. With Brandy it didn't matter, anything she did lit a fire inside me. Even the way she'd look at me with those big baby blue eyes of hers made my heart melt more then usual today. The whole day was basically like eight hours of foreplay, just waiting for everyone to leave so we could be alone. Alone, together, forever, in OUR place. OUR place. I reached down and picked up the white sheet that was crumpled beside us on the floor. We really made a mess of this place, I thought and smiled, but it was worth it. I glanced around the room at the usually neatly made bed that we had practically torn apart in our urgency. After everyone left we hadn't wasted any time in ripping each others clothes off as we sought release from the passion that had been building inside us through out the day, and the room showed it. There were pieces of clothing scattered everywhere. I could see Brandy's red lace bra draped over the foot of the bed, and on the floor beneath it were my white cotton panties. Definitely a night I won't ever forget. "I never want to leave your arms," Brandy said suddenly. Her voice was filled with emotion and all though I couldn't see her face it sounded as if she were holding back tears. "I feel safe here with you, protected and loved. Promise to hold me like this all night." "I promise," I said as we sat in front of the fire and I wrapped the sheet around our naked bodies like the cape of one of those super heroes you read about in comics. With her sitting in front of me, and my arms and the sheet wrapped around her, I was filled with the overwhelming urge to protect this woman from everything. Kind of like I had to be a human shield that would save her from anything that would, or ever could, hurt her. That makes me a super hero of sorts, I thought as a small smile passed my lips and I let out a slight laugh. I'm 'Shy One', protector of my lady love and my costume is my birthday suit! I laughed lightly again and shook my head at my silly thoughts. Brandy always called me 'Shy One', not exactly a nickname for a brave super hero but I liked it. She shifted her body and turned her head to look at me. "What are you thinking?" she asked with one corner of her mouth drawn into a sexy smile. When she turned to face the warm fire again I couldn't help but think... She must think I'm crazy. I wrapped my arms around her tighter from behind, pulling her into a hug without answering her at first. I let one hand slide down and wrap around her waist and with the other I trailed my finger tips up the outside of her body and pulled her hair to one side, away from her neck. She tilted her head slightly to one side, so I leaned in to take advantage of the offer. The sweet, yet subtle, flowery auroma of her perfume filled my nostrils. Every time I smelt the perfume on another woman in a store or an elevator or something of that nature, I couldn't help but think of her and smile. I lowered my face towards my intended target, a lone freckle half way down her neck. My tongue shot out of my mouth like a bullet leaving a gun, I licked the freckle quickly, letting just the tip of my tongue dance over it for a split second. Then, I kissed the same spot as slow and sensual as I could. I repeated the kiss a couple of times and she moaned ever so softly. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, she turned around and faced me. Just as quickly, she pulled me into a deep passionate kiss, exploring my mouth with her tongue. When she finally pulled back from the kiss I caressed her cheek with my hand and smiled . "What was that for?" I inquired with playfulness in my voice, "Not that I'm complaining." "I want you to tell me," she said. She had turned her body right around to face me now. She was still between my legs, but now she was sitting in a position that had her back on both her knees. The position didn't look very comfortable but I did love the view I was getting because of it. Her naked flesh gleamed with just a hint of sweat from the love we had made not long ago and my eyes were drawn to her beautiful breasts. They were full, they were perky, they were simply perfect. Her large nipples were erect and I wondered if it was the air in the room that had made them that way, or if the attention I had paid her neck just seconds ago that was the culprit. She must have caught me staring at her breasts because she gave me a playful little shove with both hands. "Hey you. My eyes are up here." She joked while pulling my face up to look her in the eyes. "Now come on, tell me what was so funny a moment ago." I reached out and took both her hands into mine and stroked the backs of them gently with my thumbs. I was trying to be serious and held back the smile, and inevitable laughter that would surely follow it. The image of me naked and wearing just a sheet for a cape had popped into my head again, it was all I could do to not break out in laughter. I looked deep into her questioning eyes and with a shaky voice spoke, "I just was thinking about how much I love you, and how lucky I am to have you in my life." "Liar." she said, laughter in her own voice now. Out of pure playfulness he shoved me again, harder this time. I ended up toppling backwards, the sheet now pinned under me. Within seconds she had crawled on top of me and straddled me, a leg on each side of my waste, and she was poking me intermittently with her index finger like a small child does. You know what I mean, the small child who stands in the toy store poking his mother repeatedly saying, "Can I have this?" over and over again. The only difference was that Brandy was no small child, at 5'10" she stood a full 5 inches taller then me and her phrase of choice was a simple, "Tell me." I was losing my battle to stay composed and finally laughter spilled from me as I tried to free myself from under her by twisting and moving as much as I could. She wouldn't give up though, that wasn't her nature. Whatever Brandy want's, Brandy gets. She kept up the poking, which eventually turned to tickling, and for several minutes as I tried to free myself from under her. I was laughing full out now, I couldn't help it. During all my twisting beneath her to get free, and because of the way she was positioned on me, I could feel the soft skin of Brandy's shaved pussy just above mine. Her pussy had gotten wet during this whole wrestling match and I could feel it on my skin. She liked to be in control sometimes and she must have been enjoying torturing me like this. She was turned on by it. I decided to play along and started to wrestle with her more, but now I wasn't really trying to get free. I was enjoying my position beneath the woman I loved, and even her continuos and more insistent 'Tell mes' was cute. Knowing this was turning her on, turned me on. Passion began to fill my body and I struggled less, I wanted to be caught. Brandy did just that. She saw an opportunity and grabbed both my hands in hers and pinned my arms over my head. My laughter subsided and eventually stopped all together. I gave in to her, I let my body go limp under hers. She leaned down and kissed my lips softly. Our arms were still stretched out above my head and when she leaned down to kiss me her warm, wet pussy pushed harder against me and her breasts crushed against mine. My clit started to throb as I grew wetter and more turned on by the second. The kiss didn't last long enough for me though, only a few seconds, then she pulled away again. She's determined to tease me and make me beg for it, I thought. I'm not going to give in this time. "Come on," she pleaded, "Tell me what you were thinking. " "No way! I'll never tell you." I said more forcefully then I intended while trying to get my hands free from her grip. The look on her face changed after those words left my lips, she looked hurt. Shit that didn't come out right, I thought. She released my hands and got up off me without saying anything, now I knew I was in trouble. She walked over to the chair in the corner and grabbed her royal blue silk blue robe off it, pulled it around her and tied it in the front. Her back was to me but I didn't have to see her face to know what she was feeling. I had hurt her feelings, and even though it was completely unintentional, I knew I had to say something. I began to open my mouth to speak when she turned around and her sad eyes pierced me. "Don't you trust me?" she asked. Her hands were still fidgeting with the tie on the front of her robe. She always fidgets when she's upset. "How could you think that?" I asked. I had a bad habit of answering a question with a question at first. I think it's kind of a defense mechanism for me. "I trust you more then anyone, you know that." "So you trust me with your life but not enough to tell me what you were thinking, is that it? I tell you I feel safe with you and you laugh..." There was more anger in her voice now and she started to storm past me, headed for the bedroom door. I managed to grab her hand as she passed. "Don't leave, please. Can't we just talk about this?" "I thought we could talk about anything, obviously I was wrong." She tried to continue walking but I wouldn't let go of her hand. "Just let me go please." I didn't really understand the sudden change in her mood, did she really think I didn't trust her? "I'm not going to let you leave until we talk about this. We promised to never go to bed angry at each other, remember?" I flashed her my sexiest smile before speaking again, "And besides, how could you stay mad at this face anyway?" I stuck my bottom lip out in a childish pout. "That's not fair. You know I can't resist that pout." she said softly, and with just a hint of a smile on the corner of her lips. "I just don't understand why you won't tell me. We just made love and it was...well, it was amazing, and now you won't even tell me what you were thinking." "It's not that I don't want to tell you," I said shyly. I dropped her hand and looked down at the floor before speaking again, "It's just really embarrassing and I feel like an idiot for even thinking it in the first place. You'll think I'm weird." Her posture and facial features softened as she sat down in front of me again. She reached her hands out in front of her, palms up and I placed mine in hers and then she spoke. "Honey, I already know your weird, but I love you anyway." She was pleased at herself with the little joke she'd just made and the sparkling white teeth behind her smile showed it. This must be the shortest fight in history, I thought. We never stayed mad at each other that long, and never about anything serious. We really did trust each other, and our love, completely. That we could always count on. I knew whatever else may be going on in our lives at the time, I was always number one with her and vice versa. "Well it was just that when I wrapped the sheet around us after you said that you felt safe and protected with me I..." I hesitated trying to find a way of telling her without sounding like a complete moron. "You what? You can tell me." Brandy said, urging me on. "Well when I wrapped the sheet around us for some stupid reason I thought of those dumb comic book super heroes... you know, the one's who protect the world from evil." "Yeah, what about them?" She asked, raising her eyebrows slightly. She seemed confused and I didn't blame her. "Your going to think this is so stupid..." I said. I could fell my cheeks growing red with embarrassment already. "No I won't, really. Go on." "For a second I thought of myself as one of them. You know, a super hero put on earth to protect you. I even had a name." I laughed at my own stupidity now. "Really?" Brandy asked while leaning closer to me. "What was it?" "I was 'Shy One'... a super hero in just a white cape and my birthday suit." I couldn't believe I had just told her that. "I guess you could call it a really short daydream or something. It just struck me as funny. I wasn't laughing at you, I swear. I wouldn't do that." "I know you wouldn't." She said and dived in to give me a quick peck on the lips. "But, if you ask me it didn't sound like a day dream...." I looked at her with a mix of curiosity and intrigue and waited for her to finish her though, "sounds more like a fantasy. Should I be getting us a Wonder Woman costume?" "Oh stop it," I said ripping my hands from hers. This time it was my turn to give her a playful shove of my own as I stood up and headed for my own robe that was hanging in the closet. "See, I knew you'd make fun of me." "Oh honey, I was just kidding." She stood up now and followed me to the large closet beside our bed. "You know I was just kidding right?" For reassurance she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me close to her. I could feel the smooth silk of her robe on my back and ass and I liked it. I liked her holding me like that. I stopped looking for my robe momentarily and placed my hands over hers on my waist. "Yes I know that." I turned my head sideways to meet her in a short kiss. "Suddenly though I'm feeling very under dressed." I expected her to laugh and help me find my robe when I felt her remove her hands from my body but she didn't. She untied her robe, pulled me closer again and wrapped it around both of us. "Better?" she asked. Her voice had gotten lower, more husky, when she said that. "Now I can be your protector." I smiled and turned around to face her. "Much better. Thank you." "Oh it's my pleasure." I raised my hand to her face, sliding a loose piece of her long hair behind her ear and looked deep into her eyes before speaking. "This is my pleasure..." I ran my hand through her hair and pulled her face to mine. I placed quick pecks on her upper lip, then her lower lip and finally let my tongue run along her bottom lip before I kissed her fully. Her lips were so soft and full, if I could do nothing for the rest of my life but kiss those lips I would be happy. Our tongues danced together in a long session of passionate kisses. As we kissed I walked her backwards towards our king size bed, slowly sliding her robe off her shoulders and to the floor as we moved. We reached the bed and when the back of Brandy's knees hit it she fell down on it, breaking our kiss. For a moment we just looked at each other and then she moved over further on the bed and patted the empty spot beside her for me to get in. I did. The bed below us was a massive tangle of sheets and blankets. I grabbed a pillow, fluffed it and offered it to Brandy so she could get more comfortable. She was laying perched on one elbow facing me. "No thanks sweetie, you go ahead and use it. I don't need a pillow when I have you." I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I bunched the pillow up under my neck and laid on my back beside her looking up at the newly painted ceiling of our room. Everything around us was new, a totally new beginning for us. Completely relaxed I slid my hands behind my head and looked over at her. Brandy scooted over, nestled her head on my chest and placed her arm around my waist. Now I know why she didn't need a pillow, I realized and smiled to myself. I was in heaven, pure and simple. This is as close as I'll ever get to heaven. For the greater part of my 24 years I had searched for something to fill the hole that I had inside. I didn't really know what I was searching for, or where to look for it, but I prayed someday I would find it. No matter how well things were going for me I always felt an emptiness I couldn't explain. I could be in a room full of people and feel lonely...until I found her. When I found Brandy I knew I had found the other half of me and I would never let her go. "You know," she said laughing, "If you ever want to fulfill that 'super hero' fantasy I look great in spandex outfits." "You look good in anything cutie, and thank you... but that's not my fantasy." "So what is your fantasy then?" she asked, trailing the finger nail of her index finger up and down my stomach and chest. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." "Aren't fantasies supposed to be a secret... I mean otherwise they wouldn't be fantasies right?" "True," she said, "But what if I could make your fantasy a reality? There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, nothing I wouldn't do to make you happy." "Nothing you wouldn't do?" I laughed. "You better be careful what you say baby. Besides it was a fantasy for me before I met you." I removed my hands from behind my head and stroked her hair away from her face. "Things are different now. I love you." "Aww I love you to baby but whatever it is would ever change our relationship. Have we ever let anything come between us?" "No but..." I started to say when she interrupted me. Story Of Us "No 'but' anything. Nothing could ever change the way we feel about each other. Nothing. I wouldn't let it, would you?" "No." "What if I told you my fantasy first? Would you tell me then?" "OK. Sure. What's your fantasy? Does it involve chains or whips?" I asked jokingly. "Maybe" she said. "But probably not." One side of her mouth was raised in her 'I'm up to no good' smile that I had become familiar with. I found it incredibly sexy and irresistible. She leaned down and kissed the skin on my chest. I just laughed softly, she was dead serious however. "Now what I tell you," she said, "you have to remember it has absolutely nothing to do with anything in our relationship. I don't fantasize about it because you don't satisfy me, OK hun?" "OK." I replied. I didn't know what else to say, I had no idea what she was going to tell me but I was excited to hear about it. Her thumb continued to stroke my stomach by my belly button, and she laid her head down on my chest again before she spoke. One of my arms was resting underneath her head now and I wrapped it around her and put my hand on her shoulder. "I've always thought that..." She sounded so serious that I made a conscious decision to try and lighten things up some and make it easier for her by finishing her thought. "That I was incredibly sexy!" "Well, yeah that to." She replied with a large smile on her beautiful face, then tickled my side momentarily. "But that wasn't what I was going to say baby." Within seconds her mood had turned more serious again and I decided not to joke around anymore, I'd just let her pace the conversation. She paused for a moment, I figured she was trying to figure out what to say next. How to tell me what it was she was going to. "I can't think of a logical way to lead into this so I'm just going to say it... " she finally said. Her voice trembled slightly. "I've always fantasized about having... about being apart of a threesome, with you." I knew Brandy was BI, she hadn't hid that fact from me. I knew she had boyfriends before me but I was her first lesbian relationship. Maybe she feels the need to be with a man again, I thought. Maybe she misses it. When she said fantasized about a threesome with me, I was in all honesty shocked for a couple of reasons. She knows I have no interest in having sex with a man. The main reason I was shocked though was because my fantasy that I was reluctant to share with her was very similar, only it didn't involve a man. Wait, she never said that the 3rd person was a man...did she? My head was filled with thoughts and images dancing in my brain. I must have sat silently for longer then I thought because she tipped her head back to look at me and said, "Cat got your tongue shy one?" "Oh, no. Sorry." I apologized. "I was just thinking about what you just said. I have a confession to make..." "Have you been a naughty girl?" she teased. "I'm very seldom naughty," I replied with a laugh. "But the thing with the threesome you just mentioned... well, that has kind of always been my fantasy to. I never told you before because like you said, I didn't want you to feel that I needed someone or something more then you were giving me." "I understand hun, it's." She hugged me with her one arm as she said that. "So what do you think?" "What do I think?" "Yeah, what do you think?" She raised her leg and ran her foot up and down my leg as she spoke. "Do you think we should make our fantasy a reality?" The leg that she had been rubbing me with was now draped over in between mine and she pulled herself partly on top of me. Apparently the conversation was getting to her, and me as well. Just talking about the possibility of doing something like that with her while her naked flesh was pressed on mine was making me incredibly hot. "Reality might disappoint," I joked. " Besides, you know I have no interest in being with a man..." "I know that sweetie," she said reassuringly. "But who said anything about a man?" "I just assumed that..." "Never assume anything," she said with a lower tone of voice then usual, cutting me off mid sentence. "Assumptions can be dangerous." Whenever she reverted to that husky tone of voice it mean she was turned on and ready to take control of anything that was about to happen. "Oh...so you don't want it to be a man then?" I asked her just trying to make sure I understood correctly. Wait a minute, I thought, what am I saying. This is not going to happen! We can't have a threesome, or can we? "I want us to share another woman," she was kissing my chest in varying spots as she spoke, "a beautiful and sexy woman. Someone that we would choose together." "Wow," I said shaking my head slightly like I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "you've really thought about this, haven't you?" "Yes." Her voice was almost a whisper as she answered, and the 's' had a hiss like quality. She was fully on top of me now and had an arm on each side of my body, one of her legs between mine. I could feel her upper thigh pressed against my pussy. Her tongue and mouth licked, then kissed all over my stomach until she reached my breasts. Just talking about this had gotten us both worked up and as usual Brandy was the first to initiate sex. She was so much more aggressive sexually then I was, after all, I am shy one. I liked her aggressive side though. I closed my eyes and decided to simply enjoy the work she was doing on my tits before I spoke again. She was circling the outside of my erect nipple with the tip of her tongue, then she'd flatten her tongue and run it across my whole nipple in one smooth motion. She didn't stop there though, she'd pull back slightly and blow on my saliva covered nipple. The cold air combined with the wetness and made my nipple even more stiff, they were so hard they almost hurt. It was always a good hurt though, after she'd blow on them she'd clamp her mouth around my nipple and aureola and suck as much of my breast in to her hot wet mouth as possible. She'd suckle them like baby drinking milk from it's mother's breast and then she'd begin the nibbling of my nipples with her teeth. She switched breasts often, ensuring I was fully satisfied. She would always take her time, as much time as I allowed before practically begging her to move on. She had been savoring my breasts for several minutes before I concentrated enough to speak again. "When you thought about it..." I asked her while running my fingers through her long, silky hair, "how exactly did you picture us finding this woman?" "Well in my fantasy I pictured us going to a strip club..." she started to say and then sat up and straddled my leg. She started to grind her pussy and clit on my leg, riding me slowly. As she did that, her upper thing was rubbing my pussy and clit up in the process. She knew how to do this like an expert. Giving me some pleasure while she worked herself into an orgasm, but not letting me cum. She was extremely wet now, leaving a trail of her wonderful juices on my thigh as she masturbated herself on my leg. Her eyes were closed and she had her head tipped back slightly, biting her bottom lip. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and kneaded them like bread dough, being careful not to interrupt her rocking motion. With her eyes still closed she started to speak again. "We'd go to a club and pick a girl..." she started to say but her breath was so shallow from the orgasm building in her that she didn't continue right way. "We'd pay attention to her all night, show off for her a bit and then...." "And then what?" I asked. I was enjoying the conversation, and even if it could never happen it was erotic enough just talking about it. "Then we'd...," her words were coming in short, broken sentences as she ground her clit against my leg. "We'd seduce her. The two us... together." She laid the upper part of her body down on me now, her breasts pressed against mine as she kissed me with unbridled passion. Her tongue snaked all over my mouth as she rode me faster and harder now. "We'd fuck her... and then I'd come home and make love to you." My thigh was extremely wet with her sweet juices. I could tell by the look on her face that she was going to cum very soon so I slipped my hand between her breasts and squeezed them gently, one lucious mound in each hand. Her body was laced in a layer of perspiration. "Cum for me baby," I said urging her on, "Cum on my leg. Oh, you're so beautiful." I pinched her nipples now and that was all she needed to send her over the edge. "Oh god...Oh yes." she repeated while her body shook, taken over by the orgasm she was experiencing. Watching, and feeling, the woman I loved experience such pleasure had me at a boiling point. Brandy's thigh rubbing on my pussy as she got her self off on me made me ache to feel the kind of release she had just experienced. She simply lay on top of me for a couple minutes, trying to catch her breath. I didn't mind but I would need some attention soon. After several minutes her breathing had returned to an almost normal level and she kissed me deeply before rising her body up off mine. What does she think she's doing? I wondered to myself. I'm in need of a little satisfaction here. She can't leave me like this. But leave me is what she was going to do. She slid off the bed and started to leave our room. She looked back over her shoulder at me, "I'm going to get a drink. You want something sweetie?" I couldn't believe she was going to leave me like this. Didn't she realize how hot she had made me? "Umm yeah sure, thanks but.... " I said with confusion evident in my voice, "well, you aren't going to leave me like this are you?" I managed to stammer out. I was embarrassed just asking that but I really needed to cum soon and if I had to do it without her, it just wouldn't be the same. "Leave you like what?" she giggled standing in the doorway of our room. "You mean leave you wanting more?" "Well yeah. I mean I'm kind of...well I'm kind of ready now if you know what I mean." "If I leave you wanting more then I know you'll be here when I get back." She winked at me and started walking to the kitchen again. As she walked away she called back, "Besides, aren't I worth the wait?" She was, she really was. Nobody could ignite me like she could, she knew exactly what to do and when and for how long. She was simply amazing. She was taking immense pleasure in teasing me right now, making me want her more if that's even possible. The cupboard door in the kitchen opened and closed with a bang. The opening of the refrigerator door followed it and I anxiously anticipated her return. I didn't care what she brought to drink, all I wanted to taste right now was her. What on earth is she up to now? I asked myself as I heard her rummaging through a box in the hallway now. I would get my answer moments later when she returned, I was still lying on my back in the crumpled bed clothes. She entered the room and at first I didn't even notice the portable radio in her hand. My eyes scanned her body from head to toe, not wanting to forget 1 inch of her skin. Her long hair waspartially draped over her shoulder andhid most of her left breast, her nipple peaked out from between the strands of her silky hair. She's so damn sexy, how did she ever fall in love with me? I longed with hunger for the woman standing before me. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge beside me and placed the small radio on the nightstand, plugged it in and turned it on. She flipped through the stations, stopping on a heavy metal station momentarily and glancing back over her shoulder at me as is asking for my approval. "Thought you might like some nice romantic music...how's this?" "Nothing says romance like the screech of an electric guitar and some guy screaming at the top of his lungs," I joked with her. "Why don't you keep looking." "How about you I leave you in charge of finding the romantic music and I'll go get the champagne babe. I couldn't carry it and the radio before." "All right...but hurry back. I'll miss you." "Awww I'll miss you to baby. I'll make it up to you when I get back." She leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips and then got up and left the room. I rolled over onto my side, and propped myself up on one elbow to get more comfortable. Reaching for the tuning button on the radio I was thinking, I wish I knew where I packed the CD's. It would be so much easier. I flipped past several stations, playing everything from country to opera, finally coming to one that was playing one of my favorite songs. The soft and beautiful melody of Enyah's "Only Time" filled the silence of the room as I waited the return of my love. "Oooh I love this song! Can you turn it up, pretty pretty please?" I smiled, reached for the radio again and did as she had asked. "So, did you miss me as much as you thought you would?" she asked with a wide smile displaying her perfect pearly white teeth as she sauntered towards me. She was carrying 2 glasses in one hand and in the other a bottle of chilled champagne. I could tell it was chilled because of the beads of condensation forming on the outside of the bottle. "Nah... I didn't miss you as much as I thought I would." I said it with a serious tone in my voice and a stone look on my face. I was trying to get a reaction from her and it worked. I liked teasing her like that. She looked a little shocked for a second, then I spoke again. "I missed you more then I thought I would!" I made sure I emphasized the word 'more'. "Good answer," she remarked with a smile, "I think that deserves a drink, don't you?" I felt the bed sink just a little as she sat beside me again on the bed. I was still propped up on one elbow and her butt was resting against my stomach. I made eye contact with her and before I realized what I was saying I blurted out, "It's not the drink I want...I want you." I was beginning to get a little impatient and she was taking her sweet time. "I see." She had that evil twinkle in her eyes that she always got when she knew I wanted her as bad as I did right now. "Well, I want a drink but... maybe we can compromise." She leaned forward and set the 2 glasses she had been carrying on the night table beside the radio which was now playing a nice Rod Stewart love song. She had already opened the bottle in the kitchen and she raised it to her lips. Knowing I was watching, she ran her tongue around the top of the bottle and then wrapped her lips around it to take a mouthful of champagne. She never drank straight from the bottle and I was surprised to see her doing it now. She surprised me again by not swallowing. She held the champagne in her mouth and with the bottle still in one hand leaned down to put her mouth on mine. She kissed me and released some of the bubbly into my mouth. Out tongues danced in the cold champagne momentarily and then we both swallowed what we had ended up with in our mouths. She took another swig from the bottle and put her arm on my shoulder, lightly pushing me to lay on my back again. I didn't fight it and let her lead me. She crawled up on the bed till she was beside me and her soft skin was touching mine once again. "Sure you don't want another drink?" she asked. I simply shook my head side to side with a slight grin on my face. I knew that she knew what I wanted. "Well, I'm still thirsty but like I said before... I think we can find a compromise that we'll both enjoy." She raised the bottle and touched it's cold glass to my outer thigh. I jumped and giggled at the unexpected coldness of it, it sent me shivers from head to toe. Ever so slowly she worked the bottle up from that spot, along my waist, up my side and to my outer breasts. It left a slight trail of beaded water droplets on my skin along the path it had taken. Brandy raised the bottle to her lips again, taking another short drink and then she looked down at me and smiled. "Your turn now." She lowered the champagne bottle in her right hand towards my tummy and tipped it slightly. Suddenly I could feel cold liquid filling my belly button and over flowing to the area surrounding it. I moaned softly at the sensation of the wet liquid running out of my belly button and over my stomach and now dripping down my waist to the sheet below. Brandy stopped pouring and sat the bottle on my body again, just below my below button. She ran it down my body and over my pussy and pubic hair, I moaned again. "Here hold this for me baby." she said while standing the bottle up between my legs and pressing it against my aching cunt. I squeezed it tighter with my thighs to keep it from tipping as she leaned down and proceeded to drink and lick the champagne from my body. She started at the bottom of my waist where the champagne had hit the sheets and dragged her flat tongue all the way up my side and across my stomach to my belly button, drinking what was there in the tiny crevice. Her tongue dipped in and out of my belly button like as if she was fucking me with it. The champagne was kind of sticky but she was doing her best not to miss cleaning up a drop of it. She seemed to spend hours lapping up the sweetness she had poured on me. The cold bottle and the erotic nature of what was happening had my clit about ready to explode with any pressure or motion at all. I started to squirm on the bed to get any relief I could. When she was satisfied with her clean up job on that part of my body she reached for the bottle and before removing it, she coyly gave it a couple quick twists and pushing it against my pussy. That only lasted second though and then the bottle was gone and moving back towards her mouth. Only this time she didn't drink from it, instead she examined it closely and found the spot that had been against my pussy and licked off the juices I had left there during her seconds of twisting it. "Mmm," she said seductively while raising one eyebrow slightly, "your much sweeter then the champagne." "Please..." I started to plead with her, "I need to cum now baby or I'll go crazy." "Ah ah ah..." she scolded me, waving one finger in the air from side to side, "not yet you don't. I'm not done yet." With that, she wasted no time removing the bottle from between by legs and within seconds I felt more cold liquid flowing over both my breasts. She began to lap away hungrily at my tits, first one then the other. Nibbling and biting each nipple while licking the champagne off. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, enjoying the sensations I was feeling. After no more then a minute I felt the cold bottle sliding it's way up my inner thigh again and coming to rest against my pussy. I opened my eyes as I felt it slowly being moved up and down against my outer pussy lips but without enough pressure to make me cum. Brandy was sucking my tits and rubbing my pussy with the bottle at the same time. After about five minutes I couldn't take it anymore. I ran my hand down my body and started to stroke my clit when she stopped devouring my tits and spoke. "Stop that...," she slapped my hand away with her free hand. "I'll be the one to make you cum." "Then do it Brandy, please!" I was mad with desire that had been building in me since she had masturbated herself to orgasm on my leg before. I was reaching the boiling point and if she didn't make me cum soon then I'd have to do it myself. "Please do it now!" "Do what shy one?" She was just playing with me now. "You know what." "Then say is. I want you to say it." She started kissing my breasts again. She was a little rougher this time though. The bottle also started to push against me harder and I gave in. "I want you to..." I started to say, " I want you to make me cum...now. Please!" She just continued working my breasts and as great as that felt, I needed more. I had to have more. "I want you to eat me baby...please." Story Of Us "Oh, why didn't you just say that before?" I could tell my the smile on her face and the tone of her voice that she was pleased at herself for reducing me to begging for her. She liked that, she love it in fact. Right away she started kissing down my stomach and across the belly button she had drank from before like it was a tiny cup meant just for her. I opened my legs, inviting her to do what I had asked. In opening my legs the pressure I had on the bottle left and I thought she was going to take it away. She did, but not before pouring herself one last drink. With her free hand she used two fingers to spread my red swollen pussy lips and flooded my cunt and clit with a stream of champagne. The feeling of the cold liquid running over my clit almost brought me to climax by itself. When she finished pouring she stood up quickly and ran to the nightstand to get rid of the bottle and then ran right back to the bed. "Baby," she said, "scoot down to the end of the bed here." I did as she asked and moved towards the bottom of the bed, the sheet bunching up under me as I went. My clit and heart seemed to be beating in the same motion now as I watched her kneel at the foot of the bed between my legs, huge smile on her face. She grabbed one of my legs and placed it over her shoulder giving her even better access to my more then willing pussy. She didn't go right for my clit because she knew within seconds I would have come. She took a moment to run her tongue along the entire length of the inner walls of my pussy, carefully avoiding my clit. Her long, talented tongue had me squirming and my hips seemed to develop a mind of their own as her tongue slipped into my hole. I raised my hips to meet her thrusting tongue and was practically fucking her face now. She replaced her tongue with three fingers now and stared me deep in the eyes, "Ohhh I'm getting close..." I said breathing rapidly as she worked them in and out slowly. I could hear the light squishing noise as she twisted them in my sopping wet pussy in search of the famous g-spot. Hearing I was getting close she broke the eye contact and lowered her face to my clit and ran her tongue around it in tiny circles, flicking it several times and then sucking it into her mouth like a pacifier. She didn't have to do that long. Combined with the fingers deep inside me I would cum within a minute of her tongue touching my clit for the first time. "Oh baby I'm cumming..." My hips bucked against her face as my orgasm ripped through me. "Ohh you're amazing. Thank you." I could barely find words at this point, let alone speak them with my breath so fast and my heart ready to explode. She crawled up beside me again and pressed her breasts against my arm and rubbed the outside of my pussy with one hand until I had stopped shaking. We just laid like that for awhile until I was able to speak again. "Is this what our life is going to be like now? Is this what every night is going to be like for us?" I said while stroking the hair back from her face and placing a kiss on her lucious lips. "No baby, not every night..." she flicked my nose playfully with the end of her finger during the pause, "sometimes our mornings will be like this to." I simply smiled and pulled her closer to me. "When you're fully recovered from tonight maybe we can discuss that fantasy some more. I have a great idea of a great place where we could meet someone to join us." "Oh really?" I replied as more of a question then a statement. "Why don't we think about that some more first." "Okay shy one. For now we'll sleep." She leaned in one last time before we decided to end this perfect first night in our new place. Softly she kissed my bottom lip, then my top lip and finally in playful fashion...the tip of my nose. "But promise me you'll think about it." "How could I not?" I joked. "You, me and another beautiful stranger... I think 'thinking' about that might be a lot of fun so yes, I promise. Now go to sleep baby, we have a lot to do tomorrow."