3 comments/ 24556 views/ 13 favorites We Can't Stop Ch. 01 By: GeneralPigeon The first time I laid eyes on Alex McGuigan was in September 2010. We were moving in to our university halls of residence together. There were four of us moving into a flat, all with en-suite bedrooms to embark on our first year of undergraduate study. Moving-in day was awkward, with various sets of parents running to and fro up the stairs, down the stairs, talking to the accommodation staff, unloading cars and seemingly trying their best to show us all up in front of the others. I remember coming out of my room, closest to the kitchen and communal living area, and looking down the hallway. Stood there was Alex. She introduced herself and I didn't quite catch her name. Embarrassed to ask for her to repeat it, I explained I was Louise. We made small talk about what courses we were doing and the usual ice breaker material. After a short period of silence, I made my excuses to retreat into my room and begin unpacking. I used the alone time to ponder my encounter with the girl at the end of the corridor. She was attractive. She had blonde dyed hair, perfect high definition eyebrows, a clear complexion and was fairly petite. It was however, her eyes that captivated me. A mixture of blues and greens, I felt myself being drawn into her mind when I looked at her. But she was clearly straight. She was very well spoken and polite, and judging by the amount of suitcases and boxes she had stacked outside her room, she was something of a hoarder. I smirked to myself; at least I'd sort of made a friend. We hit it off that night, getting extremely drunk and making friends with others in our halls of residence. I had been fairly anxious about moving to university; I'd always felt myself as being a bit of an outsider, l'etranger, if you will. I'd been a tad overweight in my early teenage years, didn't have much of a fashion sense as I was obsessed with sport, and when I was forced out of the closet I found myself subject to bullying and harassment. I'd fallen into a depressive state, self harming and chasing after any girl who would give me the time of day. My school took the approach that as I'd come out at a young age, it was my mistake and they couldn't do 'much' about the bullying. Coming from a small town, moving schools wasn't an option either. I was forced to adapt myself. From years of being ostracised by my peers, I'd developed intense observational skills. I could analyse most social situations and figure out someone's motives easily. I pride myself in this ability, yet I accept I'm probably not as good as I'd like to think when it comes to reading people. I was able to plateau in my GCSE years, I had a sound group of friends who accepted me and I became somewhat popular amongst the underdogs. Queen of the Rejects, I excelled in sport and relished in the new attention from my peers. I got involved with a straight girl in the year above me when I entered lower sixth form, which ended in tears. I ignored my schoolwork and inevitably failed my exams. To get onto the course I wanted to do in university, I had no option to repeat the year I had failed. This meant starting over; the happiness and contentment I had worked hard on for so many months was irrelevant. Meaningless. It meant nothing anymore. I had another depressive episode and struggled for a few months trying to make new friends. But by Christmas, with the help of antidepressants, counselling and admittedly, alcohol, I had risen to the top once again. I had a sound group of around seven or eight close friends in the all-girls grammar school. With my one-year-older age advantage, I could drive before the others, which earned me more respect from my peers. I was reasonably successful in my chosen sports; swimming, hockey and football. I worked part-time as a lifeguard, I played for my town's 1st XI hockey team, I played for my schools 1st XI team and had done since I was fourteen. I enjoyed playing football, had even played for my country's under-16 team, but had to give it up to pursue my hockey career; which ended with a sudden blow when my school coach and I had a blazing argument at the side of the pitch during a cup match. I'd been involved with my coach; nothing physical had ever happened apart from the innocent brush of hands or a glance too long in either person's direction. It was common knowledge that there was something going on with the coach and myself. Looking back now, I know I was infatuated with her. I looked up to her and wanted to be like her. She'd discovered that I had been getting around the hockey team, and maybe she was attempting to 'groom' me. She'd offer to see me out of school hours, drive me to places if my parents needed the car, give me special treatment over the other girls and allowed my various girlfriends to attend my matches during school-time. My mother grew suspicious, and questioned me on several occasions about my coach. I found it darkly amusing that I was in no danger, rather, my coach was the one I was planning to seduce in due course. Of course, that ended dramatically in true teenage lesbian dramatic fashion when I pushed the boundaries too far that morning on the hockey pitch. I haven't played hockey since. I had a reason to be big-headed. I usually got what I wanted, even though I considered myself average-looking. I had come out as such a young age that I was accepted by my peers by the time university came around. I looked forward to getting to know the girl at the end of the corridor and my course mates over the first few weeks. Nobody knew my past. I could portray myself in any way I wanted to. I'd moved over 200 miles and knew a few people in the city already, so I could keep my distance yet still have support if I needed it. I'm somewhat of a manipulative bitch, you could say. But I'm far from being a horrible person. As the months went on, I started going out to gay bars and occasionally bedding someone. I was still raw from a different break-up prior to university, and I missed the consistency of having someone who thought the world of me. I'd quickly sussed out that Alex was not an appropriate candidate to fill this position. I couldn't help it when my feelings for her began to grow, and stayed with her during many hair colour and style changes. She added a few piercings to her collection and would often get drunk and ended up with a tattoo on a few occasions. She was the free spirit I longed to be, or be a part of as I battled with my inner demons. In May 2011, I'd lost interest (and financial funding) in going out to gay bars and attempting to get off with strangers. So when a troubled younger girl began to express an interest in me online, I swiftly invited her over (despite being terrified) for a date. The date ended rather well, with the 18 year old slipping two fingers inside me sensually. I made a point of flaunting my accomplishment to Alex, who seemed somewhat bemused. She disapproved of my plaything, judging her on her age, low level of intelligence and social background. The girl was a train wreck, in fairness. But with regular sex on the cards, I continued seducing her and we entered a relationship within a fortnight. We were together for eighteen months, a decision I deeply regret. Yes, the sex (when she obeyed) was moderate in quality, she was open to playing with new concepts and whatever pleased me. Alas, I grew bored and it got to a point where sex wasn't a good enough reason to stay with her. I had no feelings for her at all, yet she begged me to stay with her. She would often get angry, we began arguing more often and I found it increasingly difficult to leave. My relationships have never been successful (obviously), and I assumed this was the norm. Alex stood by me every step of the way, supporting me in whatever choices I made. However, she made it clear that she thought I'd be better off without the girl. I got rid of the girl, blocked and deleted her, told her she was no longer welcome at the house I shared with Alex and two others and that was that. Alex and I had moved into a house after our first year together with two others, who are naturally irrelevant to my world with Alex. Alex and I spent a lot of time together without the other housemates. We'd begun smoking weed (a habit we'd both dabbled in before uni) on the weekends when I'd finished my placement for the week, and during these times I felt intimately close with Alex. My skin would tingle if she accidently touched me, I found myself trying desperately not to be caught 'looking' at her, I laughed at most of her jokes and I took an interest in her life. But I couldn't find the confidence within me to broach the subject of girl-on-girl; a topic I regularly discussed with my other straight friends. Alex had told me about a few boyfriends, I'd overheard her once with a one-night stand with a friend, and she'd confessed to still occasionally sucking the dick of her ex. Naturally, I hated the ex with such unfathomable scorn that Alex would question my dislike of him at any given opportunity. "So you're going out because Jay's coming up for the weekend?" asked Alex sternly. I was in the living room, packing an overnight bag to go and stay with a friend whilst Jay was here. I was planning on going to see a friend from home, getting incredibly drunk and staying over. "No. I'm going out because I want to get drunk tonight, and I don't want to have to worry about coming back here at 3am. Plus, I'm taking the car." I replied shortly. I wasn't too enamoured with the fucking arse-wench 'Jay'. He was a slimy git. And if the two of them did end up getting it on... well. That wasn't something I wanted to hang around to see or listen to. "Get drunk with us?" Even Alex wasn't entirely convinced by her own request, and I could tell she was only asking to be polite. I reckoned she didn't want to be seen as happy that she'd have the house to herself. I shook my head and gave a sheepish smile. There was no way in hell I'd be in our house as long as Jay was here. Yes, it may seem drastic, and dramatic, and typical. You, as a reader, may even see it as me flouncing off in childish anguish that I'd been inadvertently pushed to one side to make way for a blast from Alex's past. Yes, I was jealous. He was in perfect position to entangle himself in her (what I imagined to be) delectable folds and probably get another fucking blowjob for himself in the process. "Is it Jay?" she asked, still standing in the doorway. I shook my head again, still silent, busying myself with rearranging the contents of my bag. I did not want to have this conversation with her. I'd timed my departure so that I'd be gone by the time he got here. I wouldn't be returning to the house until I knew he was gone. Yes, I felt cheated, but I had no right to feel that way. But it still fucked me off. "Right. Well I'm going to go get him, his train gets in shortly". In a moment of madness I offered to bring her to the train station in my car and leave both of them back to the house. I thought this would qualm any reservations Alex had about the results of her failed interrogation. Perhaps it did. I've never found out. You can be the judge of that one. Jay was polite, thanked me for the free ride and they both got out of my car and walked up to the door. I checked my mirrors, spun the wheels of my car in a burnout and floored it out of our street. The slimeball had been in my car. Ew. And was probably going to use his slimey fingers to attempt to pleasure Alex later tonight. Ew. When I returned to the house the next day, hungover to within an inch of my life I found Alex in the living room. We shared stories from the night before; she'd been to a gig with Jay and they'd stayed up smoking all night watching music channels on the TV. I didn't ask if anything happened with her and Jay, and she didn't ask for details from my night, either. I retreated to bed, in an attempt to deal with the hangover before starting my final placement as an undergraduate student. My mind, rife with harbouring impure thoughts about Alex, caused me some restlessness as I lay in bed. I turned on my laptop, put some music on, reaching for my iPad and began my nightly search for some decent porn that would help me achieve orgasm and help me relax. My first week was stressful, but I found the caseload to be lacking in challenges. My knowledge and skills in my area of work were renowned, and I was popular amongst the staff. But I was looking forward to chilling with Alex come Friday night. Alex had taken up pole dancing at some point throughout the year. I had tried to adapt a certain air of ignorance about her hobby so that she wouldn't grow suspicious of my feelings for her. But when she returned from pole dancing that Friday night, she was complaining of a pain in her hand. As a physiotherapy student, I was the first port of call for most of Alex's pole-dancing and non-pole dancing related injuries. I washed my hands, found some moisturiser in case she had any muscle spasm or tightness, and returned downstairs. "Gimmie your hand" I muttered, placing a cushion on my lap and inviting her to place her hand near my crotch. She gave me a funny look, but we both knew I could probably help her hand. She placed her hand on my lap, sat back, put her feet up on the coffee table and lit a joint. I got to work on her hand, paying extensive detail to the intricacies of her small palms, her delicate tiny fingers and tiny wrists. She had a beautiful way of moving her body on a global scale, she strutted around the house in high heels regularly, and being learned in the art of human movement I found her fascinating to watch. She was very refined in her movements, muscles contracting and relaxing in perfect poise, even if she was just playing on her phone. I inspected her forearm, feeling for evidence of soft tissue lesions. I couldn't cross the line between seeing her as a normal patient and seeing her as Alex. I was frustrated. I stumbled upon a possible cause of her pain, set down her hand on the cushion and put some moisturiser on my hands. "What's wrong with me?" she asked. "You've got a bit of muscle tightness, it might be restricting your movement. If I can release it, then I can do some mobilisations on the joints in your hand. If you're pain-free, we know what the problem is" I replied calmly. "Is it permanent? Am I gunna die?" she asked dryly. "Not for a while yet" I purred, as I began massaging her hand gently. I glanced up at her, our faces no more than a few inches apart. She was still looking down at her hand, allowing me to move it and care for it. I moved my head back a bit, as she looked up and our eyes locked. The drug-induced grin faded from her lips, and the corners of her mouth returned to their neutral position. Feeling a pang of desire, I broke off the staring contest and sat back to watch TV and continued working on her hand. We stayed like that for a while, watching TV as she got her hand and forearm massaged. She finished her joint, cut our treatment session short and went upstairs to bed. I wondered if she had been freaked out by our little 'moment'. We'd had several questionable moments during our three years together, the most memorable being when I was trying to practice a treatment technique on her and ended up pinning her to my bed, before we both burst into fits of giggles and she jokingly accused me of trying to get it on with her. We laughed and shouted accusations at each other in front of the other two housemates, who knew their place beneath us in the house. Frustrated, annoyed, and hurt, I lit up a joint I'd previously rolled. As the heaviness seeped into my eyes, I found myself searching for porn on my iPad. This was a side to me that I wasn't too open about. At times I've even been concerned that the amount of porn I watch has had an effect on my sex life; or rather, the sex life I wish I had. I've pleasured myself to fantasies of submission to women and men, and the drunken one-night stands I've had haven't been...vanilla. I'd recently discovered lesbian wrestling, enjoying the thought of it being a win-win situation regardless of the real 'winner' or 'loser'. I wanted to believe that these women were empowered, able to express their sexuality truly without the repercussions of judgement. I found the actual matches to be more entertaining than the post-match submission. I can't deny that I've often fantasised about dominating girls, either. Naturally, Alex regularly featured in these fantasies. A serial masturbator, Alex's face always plunged itself into my mind as I felt orgasms building, and with my nightly released I imagined her lapping up my juices with a cheeky grin. I found a tag-team video that was an hour long, and began to watch with the volume turned right down. The women were stunning, displayed astounding levels of fitness and stamina and oozed sexuality. Bikini tops came off and bikini bottoms came off as the girls fought for points and domination. I felt a tingling sensation around my crotch as I began applying a little bit of pressure through my sweatpants on my mound. I knew I was wet, as I could feel my lips caressing each other without friction. I imagined my pussy glistening in moisture beneath my sweatpants, as my hips joined in with the rhythmic movements of my hand. At the same time, I was becoming increasingly aware of my breasts. At a 32C, I was quite fond of them. I'd experimented a lot with nipple play with my last girlfriend, and had discovered that my nipples were nearly as sensitive as my clit when it came to foreplay. I placed the iPad on the coffee table, widened my legs a little bit and lay back. One of the girls on the blue team was having a really rough time, as she had one of the red team sitting on her face and was being fisted by the other girl on the red team. The girl appeared to still be attempting to resist the attack as the seconds counted down. I reached a hand up to my left nipple and found it easily beneath my t-shirt and bra. I moved my other hand upwards to above my clit and began applying different pressures to the area. My body responded, almost without my consent, by pressing back up into my hand. My poor little clit had a mind of its own. It wanted attention. The girl on the blue team no longer seemed to be struggling to close her legs. In fact, she had opened them to allow her conqueror a deeper angle inside her. I felt my own opening twinge with excitement; I'd only been fisted once and I was completely at the mercy of the girl who had been so lucky enough to do it to me. I had been somewhat embarrassed that she'd managed to do it, as that clearly meant I wasn't as tight as I would have liked to have been. But allowing the girl to do that to me was exhilarating, intimate and kinda fucking hot. In the video, the girl being dominated was close to orgasm. I knew that if she came, the red team would get more points. I got the impression she was past the point of caring. I continued to zone in and out of the video as I finished my joint. I was relaxed, but my whole body was tingling. I was too horny to deal with life. I reached a hand into my pants and felt my wetness. Keen to make the most of it, I gathered some of my moisture to lubricate my middle finger so I could attend to my clit. I drew lines up from my opening to my clit as my nipples began to fight for freedom. Resisting every temptation to slip a finger inside myself was difficult, but I knew as soon as I went upstairs I could fuck myself all night with my vibrator. The choice of video was fitting for my current state of arousal, as I was visually eased in to the domination world. As my breathing quickened, sweat beads erupting on my hairline, I easily got two fingers inside of myself. I don't enjoy the feeling of being penetrated as such, rather, I feel satisfied when I'm filled up with fingers or dildos or vibrators. My poor clit gets all of my attention usually, as that's how I can quickly achieve orgasm. I could feel my orgasm approaching gradually, and I knew it was going to be powerful. I wanted to stop, take the show upstairs into the privacy of my own bedroom where I could find a toy or two to play with as well. But I couldn't move, the losing blue team were getting dominated on my iPad and the squeals and moans of them made my pussy feel even more fiery. I was close. Those bitches were such fucking sluts. I'll get off when they get off. I'll get off when they get off. I took my t-shirt off quickly and brought both of my breasts out of my bra and began bouncing up and down. The red team were fucking the blue team violently, pulling on their respective slaves hair and forcing them to make out as they got fucked doggy style. I imagined how Alex would look on all fours in front of me, taking a strap on as I pulled her hair with one hand and slapped her arse with the other. With the image in my mind, I closed my eyes and imagined myself licking around her asshole. In my fantasy she was reluctant, but her moans reassured me to keep going. We Can't Stop Ch. 01 Suddenly, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I froze in panic for what felt like an hour. I stopped playing with myself, shoved my t-shirt back on,quickly re-adjusted my breasts and wiped my wet fingers on the inside of my sweatpants pocket, but not quickly enough as Alex entered the room. We Can't Stop Ch. 02 Author's note: I wasn't expecting to get the response I did for the first chapter of this. I have no idea how long this story will be and I thank you for your patience and feedback! This work is not intended to offend or insult anyone. I have written it in my own 'voice' and there are some elements that are mildly autobiographical. That said, any names or relationships explored are fantasy and any links to people, places or scenarios are purely coincidental. ___________________________ Alex was well aware of my sexuality; my preference and my willingness to express it. She often shot looks of disgust in my direction when I spoke of my exploits. It wasn't that she disapproved, or was jealous, although I wish I could say that. No, I got the impression she was uncomfortable with my openness. Sometimes when we were drinking, if the topic turned to sex (as it so often does) she would comment on and mock the size of her previous lovers' manhoods, and once she had admitted she wouldn't have a problem with a threesome with two guys. I gathered she had a somewhat kinky side to her when it came to bedroom activities; but for my sake, that was a topic I was better off not thinking about too often. Other than those instances, sex was a difficult topic for us. We would quiz our other friends on their sex lives, make fun of them if we deemed it appropriate, but rarely spoke of the intimacies within our own lives. Alex had made it clear that she preferred to think that I was abstinent, and that I should think the same about her. I took this to mean she didn't want any images in her head - perhaps I repulsed her, even though she was in no way homophobic. She had once made a passing comment about overhearing something that 'sounded like chains on metal' in my room when an ex of mine was over - although I think she brought that up in the hope I would reassure that her we had been watching a movie, or something equally as innocent. Reflecting on this, I was not well enough prepared to deal with my current situation. Alex had entered the room without so much of a glance in my direction and headed straight into the kitchen without speaking to me. I was convinced that she'd seen my hand rapidly being removed from my crotch out of the corner of her eye. I could hear the blood rushing around my ears, feel it draining from my sex and my heart pounded with panic. Nobody in life prepares you for these moments. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. There was no way in hell that I was going to announce that she'd timed her entrance terribly, as I was clinging onto the tiniest hope that she hadn't seen me. Even if she hadn't seen me, she was bound to know what I was doing. I felt my face flush with the thought of what would happen next, if she'd dare say anything to me. "You having fun there?" I opened my eyes to see Alex walking back into the living room and sitting down on the opposite sofa with a bottle of beer. "The Internet's being really slow. I'm trying to watch shit. But I can't watch shit 'cos the Internet is being slow. And I drank all the Mountain Dew. Do you want a beer?" She took a swig from the bottle and glanced at the television, which was turned off. I glanced quickly at her reflection on the dark screen and noticed my chest rising and falling as I tried to control my breath. The silence was so inexplicably loud; it was deafening. I reluctantly turned and stared blankly at her. I'd literally just been mentally rimming her, and she had no idea. She took another swig from her Budweiser and handed it to me, before getting up and retrieving another from the fridge. "What's wrong with you? You're quiet." What the fuck was I supposed to say? I couldn't tell if she was playing mind games or if I'd been lucky enough to escape being caught in the act. "Just tired," I replied. "Probably going to go to bed in a minute." I nodded up to the ceiling, indicating where my bedroom was. "I wanna watch a movie. My hand feels better now, by the way. Thanks." "Good, you're welcome. Anytime. But hands aren't my thing." "I beg to differ. Can I borrow one of your DVDs?" Rhetorical question, as she picked up my DVD case from under the coffee table without hesitation and started rifling through it. I had always admired how relaxed we were around each other. Admittedly, this had made the whole me-liking-her thing rather difficult to deal with. We bounced off each others' egos dangerously, often inadvertently making our other housemates feel left out. It's hard to adjust and change something like that, though. When you click so well with one person, platonic or not, you fear losing it. We, however, worked well. Too well, in fact. She'd borrow my stuff without asking, we'd take each others food without asking, share cigarettes, drinks and drugs. I still occasionally had my insecurities about how I looked to her, but I'd long come to accept that she wasn't interested. I got up and picked up my belongings, thanked Alex for the beer and turned to leave the room. "Can I borrow your iPad a minute? I wanna google this" she said, holding up a DVD of mine that I didn't recognise. An image of my porn wrestlers came to my mind as I opened my iPad to hastily delete my history. I couldn't deal with Alex right now. I wanted to go finish what I'd started before she rudely interrupted me. "Thought the Internet wasn't working?" I muttered, handing my tablet over. She hadn't reset the broadband modem, which was flashing its usual green light to indicate that it was working. "Nah, I just said that to try and get a conversation going" At least she was honest. I tried in vain to analyse the subtext of why she had felt the need to break the ice. She knew exactly what I had been doing. "Er...what have you had to delete? There's nothing in your history!" Mused Alex, sporting a grin. Oh for fuck's sake woman, just hurry up so I can leave. "Porn. Horse porn." I said dryly."Can I have my iPad back?" "Yeah. By the way we're watching this, it sounds good" she said, waving the DVD at me. "I'm going to bed..." I started to explain. It was such an effort to seem disinterested in wanting to spend time with Alex. We used to smoke in my room, sit on my bed, lie on my bed, watch shit TV, listen to 'stoned' music and chat about general shit. I'm guilty of giving her some of my weed just to get her into my room. Never to make a move on her, that has never been my intention. Those boundaries were set in stone within the first few minutes of meeting her years ago. Moreover, we weren't even 'huggy' or affectionate with each other. I just simply enjoyed her company, and although she was tiring to listen to at times, she was an excellent conversationalist. Plus, she was fun to look at. Alas, I could see where this was going. And honestly? I felt excitement punching me in the chest repeatedly. "Yeah, and I'll be with you in like five minutes! It's not even late, Lou, you big fader. Go pick your underwear up off the floor". "Right, whatever." Feigning disinterest for the umpteenth time this year, I detected a small upwards infliction in my voice. Alex grinned at me from the sofa, handing me back my iPad. Smug bitch. *********** The movie was shit. Or maybe I was just too stoned to appreciate it. Either way, I was tired, a bit cold, and genuinely wanting to sleep. My eyes were heavy, my mouth was dryer than Alex's sense of humour and I'd been lying on my back so long I felt I was at risk of developing bedsores. "Do you want me to go?" Alex said. Her face lit up in correspondence to the ever changing light coming from the laptop screen. Different features flickered in and out of focus in amongst the darkness of my room. Her face was almost...expressionless. No creases, no wrinkles, no movement. To anyone else she may have seemed sad, or troubled in some way. She looked truly beautiful to me. No imperfections, just purity. Her eyes were red and swollen and she was staring at the screen. Realising I hadn't responded to her question, I grunted in an attempt at a response. I'd forgotten the question. She repeated herself and glanced down to her right, where I was lying beside her. "No, it's okay. But I'm at risk of falling asleep a-a-aaannn' - sorry - I'm freezing" I yawned, with yawn-tears forming in my eyes. I kind of did want her to go. The excitement of being in such close proximity to her had worn off within ten minutes. She'd pissed me off when she'd stopped me from cumming earlier (ironic, as she was the face behind most of my orgasms. Poetic justice for the impure thoughts?), she had pissed me off by further delaying any release I was going to get and now she was pissing me off again by hanging around. I wasn't going to get off tonight, I was no longer 'in the mood', I just wanted to sleep. I'd already slid down my bed to an almost horizontal position, and when I'd bent my knees up to take the pressure off the bottom of my back I couldn't see the fucking screen. "I'm tired too. There's not long left of this though. Anyway, I'm really comfy. I don't want to move." She said slowly, reaching for a handful of Hershey's Kisses. She leant over me and lit some more tea lights - our standard set up involved candles of some description to eliminate the smell of drugs and also to give us some light. It sounds rather cliche, yet the ambience was indeed beginning to set the mood of the elephant in the room. My eyes were heavy, almost stinging with fatigue. I felt my eyelids dropping. I'll just rest my eyes for a moment, I thought. ********** I could hear music coming from my laptop. It took me a moment to realise where I was. We'd been watching some shitty movie, yes, that was it. Alex had clearly decided to look for 'stoner' music on my laptop again. Not wanting to open my eyes, my senses heightened as I heard her moving slightly beside me. I could feel warmth behind me and my mattress dipping slightly. I realised I'd turned onto my right side, facing away from Alex - who was still there. The music was soft and chilling, electronic cords fluttering gently to a slow drum step beat. It sounded like my laptop was still on the desk at the end of my bed, as my left ear was tickled by the sounds crawling up towards me. I could quite easily turn onto my stomach and go back to sleep without Alex knowing I was awake... Success! Still facing away from her, I was much more comfortable. Granted, when she left she would have to clamber over me with caution, as she was on the side of my bed against the wall. Not my problem. "Are you awake?" She purred. Alex had a fairly low voice with husky tones, and often when she spoke I fell even more for her. When she spoke quietly she had the linguistic capabilities to melt concrete. I could sense her moving closer to inspect if I was awake or not. I must have drawn attention to myself in my supposed carefully calculated transition from lying on my side to getting into the free fall position. I tried to keep breathing slowly and deeply, feigning sleep. No, I'm not awake. Fuck off. The bottom of my back suddenly felt a lot cooler as I realised she'd pulled up my top and was running her fingertips lightly over my tanned skin. I felt my entire body tingle as goosebumps surfaced. What the actual fuck. Never had she ever made contact like this with me, and I lay there in suspense. Her touch was delicate, feminine, and comforting. Not sure if I wanted her to continue, I rolled back onto my side. Subconsciously, I think I just wanted to give her an opportunity for better access, to see what she would do. My mind was rapidly battling out the two states I was feeling - lust and and apprehension. In response to my movement, she placed her hand on my side and carefully began drawing patterns on my ribcage through my top. From my side, she drew a faint line up to my shoulder, then up to my neck, without breaking contact. She stops. Silence. Hand back down to my side. Hand under top. She moves closer, closer, closer. I feel the heat of her body. Hand moving up to my bra, unhooked. Fingers crawling across my skin to my nipple, which was instantly hard. I heard her give a gentle laugh, clearly pleased with the effect she was having on me. Then, without warning, she pressed her crotch into me, and it took every ounce of restraint I had left not to respond. She eased off, before rhythmically starting to press her hips into my body. Instant wetness was a go-go. Not even my mind could overcome the natural physiological mechanisms of arousal. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. She removed her fingertips from my nipple and moved down towards my hip, as she gently inched towards the front, trying to find her way between my legs. I wasn't exactly in the best position for this. I moved my top leg, straightening it and extending backwards whilst bending my knee slightly, trying to subtly indicate where I wanted this to go. Pretend to be asleep. Pretend to be asleep. You're still asleep, Louise... "We both know you're awake" Turning over to face her, my grin was mirrored on Alex's face in the flickering light. In an instant I knew what to do. After all, this was more my line of work than hers. God, her eyes looked gorgeous. I glanced down to her lips, as mine fell open and I leant in. Her lips were softer than I ever could have imagined, and let's face it, I'd studied them carefully over the years. I placed my mouth around her bottom lip and gently kissed it, trying to resist every urge to kiss her hard and fast. She was so delicate, and I didn't know what was happening. I didn't want to scare her off. My anxieties were extinguished as she opened her lips and reciprocated my kiss, gently running her tongue over my top lip. Taking this as an invitation, I placed my thumb gently on her cheek so that my fingertips rested lightly on the side of her neck and tilted my head up towards her. Angling the kiss for depth, she placed her hand on the side of my face and our tongues lightly made contact for the first time. Our mouths were opening and closing slightly in synchronisation, as the kiss developed slowly. I wanted to move my hand onto the side of her ribcage, yet I couldn't move. I was terrified. But she was still kissing me back. She hadn't stopped... An almost inaudible moan escaped from her mouth and I felt a fiery passion surfacing from within myself. That was the reassurance I needed. I curled my fingers and gently caressed her cheek with the back of my hand and smiled in response to her moan. I felt her smiling back, as she exhaled with a shallow volume that could have easily been a nervous laugh. I could feel her moving her hips slowly in sync with the kiss as I traced a line down her bare arm and rested my palm on her hipbone. Feeling her body move with me was fantastic, and a certain familiar throbbing sensation returned between my legs. I wanted to press my body into her, let her know how she was making me feel - driving me wild with her temperate and inexorable pace. She lifted her hand from my face and pulled back without warning, leaving me no option but to break contact with her hip as she rolled back slightly. "Fuck... Whoa... No. No no no..." She started. I rolled onto my back and covered my eyes with both of my arms. "I think you should go" I said painfully. I knew it. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry..." "Don't be, just go." "I'm not sure I want to" "You do." This had been what I was afraid of. Fucking straight girls! I couldn't hide the hurt tone in my voice. "We need to talk about...that..." I sat up and swung my legs over the bed, running my hands through my tousled peroxide blonde hair and taking deep breaths. I wasn't sure if I was more angry at her, or just famished for more. Standing up, I made a point of not looking at her as I took a drink of water from my bedside table. I wasn't sure what I was doing, if I was leaving my own room or waiting for her to say something of actual value, given the situation. To buy time, I fixed my bra that she had unhooked during her initial assault. "Nothing to talk about. You're clearly dicking me around, or this is your coming out story. Either way I'm not fucking interested right now, Alex." I stared at the pile of exam papers on my floor as I rubbed my eyes. Urgency rushed through me and boiled over into my chest. I couldn't stay in this room. I needed fresh air. But I couldn't flounce off in a state of rejection; not even my ego could suffer the stings of that action. "I'm not dicking you around and I'm not gay" she scoffed. "Yeah, so there IS nothing to talk about." Fuck she was infuriating. "I dunno why I stopped it, Louise" "I don't know why you STARTED it!" Turning to her, I could hear my voice raising slightly. Our eyes met in tragic fashion - she looked hurt and confused. Vulnerable, even. I was doing a really shit job of hiding my emotions. I realised her defensive reaction was more likely in response to my behaviour than her own misjudgement of what had just happened. She showed no sign of getting off my bed, and I saw a smirk begin to etch itself into the corners of her mouth as she said, "Oh come on, like you weren't totally into it." Cheeky bitch! The atmosphere changed and the anger drained from me. I wanted to pounce her, kiss her again, kiss her hard, force her to give in again to whatever urge she had experienced before the kiss. She sensed the change in me. Her smirk grew as her lips separated, showing her teeth in a confident grin. I wasn't entirely sure what the proper etiquette was for making out with a housemate/BFF. It hadn't happened to me since those awkward teenage years, y'know, the 'sleepovers' which were code for fooling around. Even then, those were sort of planned. And despite the countless times I had played the beginning of this out in my mind, I was not qualified to deal with it. The smug look on her face didn't help either. Within seconds my outlook had changed as she patted the empty bed space beside her. As if the grin wasn't enough, she playfully bit the bottom of her lip and arched her back in a stretch that pulled her top up from her waistline, inviting my line of sight to her toned navel. I carefully weighed up my options before deciding the best course of action was to ignore the standard lesbian melodrama. I obliged and returned to my bed. Within seconds she was on top of me, kissing me furiously and pinning my wrists to the pillow at either side of my head, my elbows level with my eyes. I could feel undeniable heat through her denim shorts from between her legs. Lifting my hips up slightly, mimicking the rhythm of which she had implemented on me during the first kiss, I wanted her to know I was turned on. Her hair cascaded from her head onto my face, getting in the way of our rapidly developing kiss. Sitting upright, still straddling me, she ran her hands through her hair to push it back as she tried to catch her breath. I gently moved my hips again and seized the opportunity of having my hands freed to pull her t-shirt off. Without hesitation, she flung it onto the floor and removed her bra, exposing her small but perky breasts to the night. Alex reached for the bottom of my top to remove it. I placed my hands on top of hers, indicating for her to stop. "I'm in charge" I hissed, my dominant side trying to break through. She leant down towards me again as I wrapped my arms around her, and we resumed our kiss. I could feel her breasts rubbing against the fabric of my top and I longed to feel them directly on the bare flesh of my own. I moved my hands from her waist, cupping one breast with my left hand and finding her erect nipple with my thumb and index finger, which I began teasing softly. I placed my free hand flat on the skin above her other breast, resting my fingertips on the bottom of her neck, to ascertain some degree of distance between us. She began exhaling quickly in between breaths, as I was also beginning to gasp with the temperature rise between us. I wanted to feel the cool night air on my bare skin. I wanted to lie spread eagled and completely naked for her, for her to use me as she so desired. Yet as much as I wanted her to take me, I wanted to be inside her. Sometimes, I really hated being versatile. We Can't Stop Ch. 02 I slid my hands around to her back, feeling her muscles tightening with the movements she was making on top of me, her toned body curving inwards to her spine. I pulled her closer as she kissed me harder and harder, and I couldn't help myself but try to open my legs. She sensed this and repositioned to straddle my left leg. I could feel her thigh only inches away from my crotch. I tried to find her leg, tried to find some point of pressure to grind against. I felt her smiling against my lips, as she granted me my wish, moving her thigh and directly putting pressure on my sex. A trigger point reaction, I arched my back and broke off from the kiss in a gasp of pleasure, gently pressing my nails into her back. She responded positively, negotiating herself so that she was now lying between my legs, grinding back against me as she leant in to find my mouth again. So much for being in charge. I could feel myself giving in, succumbing to her relentless assault on our friendship. I was completely at her mercy, instantly regretting not letting her undress me. Would this go any further? Oh god. When was the last time I shaved?! Dormant lesbians are not renowned for their between-lover shaving regimes. Considering it's her first time with a girl...no. No, she wouldn't go down there. Would she? Wait. I had shaved in the shower this morning. That was okay. But, shit. What if she thought my vagina was horribly deformed? It wasn't (and still isn't, might I add), but what would she think? I'd always imagined her having a perfect, hairless, pornstar-esque beautiful symmetrical slit, maybe she expected the same. Why was I even thinking about this...? Why couldn't I just enjoy what was happening? Alex must have sensed my inner dialogue, as she whispered in between kisses "Considering what you...were doing earlier...I don't know why...you're reluctant." I froze. Naturally. Alex held up herself up on her arms, palms flat on either side of me. My legs were still wrapped around her. "Oh, yeah, I know. Hence Internet not-working bullshit earlier. Don't worry, I'll be gentle..." She grinned at me again. She was loving this. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I'm yours" I whispered. I knew I didn't have any limits. I reasoned that by letting her do what she wanted, there was less chance of her freaking out. That way, I could establish her limits if and when I got the chance to pleasure her. "You always have been. So much for being dominant" she echoed. She pulled my top off and removed my bra with one hand, as I lay there barely able to cope with this sexual staccato. She cupped one of my breasts and began gently fondling it, squeezing tightly and releasing intermittently. My back arched in response, and her mouth was soon enveloped around my left nipple as she flicked her tongue gently over it. Even over the soft chimes of the music in the background, I could hear the wetness from her mouth lubricating my nipple, allowing a friction free environment for her to play with. Electricity pulsed from my breasts, right down between my legs and I knew that my whole cunt was swelling with moist excitement. But it wasn't enough. I wanted more of her. Giving in to her, I moved my hands above my head out of the way. I wanted to show her that this was her time to explore, subtly inviting her to ravage me. Her breath on my nipple and breast was nothing short of intoxicating. Impatient, I just wanted to feel her tongue between my legs. My arousal was getting almost painful. She returned to kiss me again, taking both nipples in between her fingers and gently pulling. They were beginning to go numb, and I could feel my wetness collecting between my labia. Her kiss was urgent, yet she was in control. She broke off, and began kissing my neck, right up to my ear. Nibbling on my lobe gently, she whispered something that I couldn't quite make out, but her breath on my ear was enough to force small beads of sweat to form between my shoulder blades and the bed. She kissed her way back to my breasts, rapidly and roughly directing her tongue over my nipples. Writhing in lust, I felt her teeth catching on my hard nubs, and the feeling between my legs grew even more. She kissed and licked the whole way down to my stomach, crawling her way down my body, as she began to undo my jeans. I placed my feet on my bed, lifting myself up so that my jeans could be removed for easier access. As another item of clothing fell to the floor, I realised that I was nearly naked. The only thing that was protecting me were my boxers. She moved back up towards me as I felt her breasts hovering above my face. I took her in my mouth, gently suckling on her nipples as she began grinding me again. As I reached to cup her boobs, she grabbed both of my wrists and forced them back down onto the bed, as I grabbed onto the bar that acted as my headboard. Alex rolled off me so that she was lying on her stomach beside me, and began teasing my nipple again. She rested her head on her other hand as she traced down to my boxers and cupped my sex in her hand. I felt the coldness pressed against me, and I realised that she would be able to tell I was practically dripping. "Haha, wow..." She muttered. I tightened my grip on the bar and opened my legs even more, pressing back into her. Soon there would be enough room for a small office between my legs. She quickly moved her hand under my boxers, just hovering above my sex, feeling my heat. I lay still, not wanting to do anything that would stop her from... She carefully placed her middle finger at my opening as I widened my legs more. Alex now knew exactly how wet I was. Gently, she curled her finger between my inner lips in a smooth, wet movement. I almost was embarrassed by how wet I was. As she slowly drew her finger up, I could feel a slither of wetness still connected to my cunt and her fingertip. It was oddly arousing, and my clit pulsed and throbbed uncomfortably. She repeated this action again, and again, and the movement became easier and wetter each time. Then she lightly began circling my clit, barely touching me, restricted by my last remaining item of clothing. She pulled my boxers off quickly, and without warning, moved down the bed so that her head was right between my legs. With one lick of pressure, she ran her tongue up from my opening right up to my throbbing clit, before jumping back up to my mouth and allowing me to taste myself as we kissed deeply. Alex released herself from me and in a flash, removed the remainder of her clothes, before sitting back at the end of the bed, looking at me and smiling. "I want you to show me what you were doing before I walked in" she purred. Still in shock from the technical millisecond of oral she had just given me, I didn't hesitate to quickly and rapidly start rubbing my clit. Alex reached over to the bedside table, lifted a joint and lit it, before crossing her legs and sitting between mine, watching me with intent. I felt I was going to come. Alex was quick to intervene, telling me to stop. She brought the joint up to my mouth and we did a blowback, before she set it on my ashtray. I glanced down at her crotch, which was, as I expected, beautiful and clean. It looked waxed rather than shaved. I felt my mouth watering, despite the imminent cotton mouth. Climbing back on top of me, Alex returned her fingers to my cunt, as I pressed into her, begging her to do something. My feet were beginning to go numb from the pressure and I returned my hands to their resting place on the bar. Alex kissed me again, deeply, as her middle finger lingered at my opening. Slowly, she slid inside me with ease, and I engulfed her, feeling the muscles around her finger welcoming her like an old friend. I moaned loudly, as she took my nipple once again in her mouth. She slowly eased out of my cunt, and back in again, taking at least ten seconds each time. I wanted more of her. I wanted her to wear me like a fucking glove. She pushed deeper into me, and curled her finger upwards looking for my G-spot, as she released my raw nipple from her teeth and moved down towards my cunt. The teasing was over, as she sucked my clit with first contact. I was almost too sensitive to find it pleasurable, or maybe the pleasure was too much for me to handle. I responded by presiding into her, trying to get her finger deeper and get her to out more pressure on my clit. A stinging sensation and a slap hit my breast and I moaned loudly. "You move, I stop" she purred, the vibrations of her voice transmitting through my cunt. I stopped moving. I felt her finger ease out of me completely, as she began tonguing my clit gently with alternating pressure, in all directions. I felt her middle and index fingers slide into me, and she repeated the slow in-out process. I was desperate for her to continue, but I was also desperate to move with her. She was driving me insane, I was insatiable. A third finger, as she got rougher with my clit. This felt incredible. I had never been fingered or eaten out like this before, let alone from a straight girl. I could feel my opening widen yet again, as my cunt begged for more. I was panting and moaning, wetness dripping down between my legs and over my asshole. The sound of her finger fucking me was wet and sloppy, but it seemed to encourage her. All four fingers went in, and I tightened around her. She curled her fingers upward again, hooking me into a come hither motion, as she lessened the speed to a slow fuck. The noises coming from both my mouth and my cunt were beyond help. She removed herself from me, and before I knew it, her tongue was inside me. Ignoring her earlier instructions, I writhed against her tongue. I was clinging onto the bar so much I felt my fingertips going numb. My nipples were erect, jumping for joy as she withdrew from my opening and began ravishing me with her mouth slowly. The change in pace nearly backfired, as I thought she had worn me out and I wasn't going to come. But I didn't care, I just didn't want her to stop. My body was tingling with sweat and lust. Suddenly, she stopped again. "Give me a blindfold and any of your toys" she said sternly. I reached under my bed, quickly found the requested items and returned to my position as she blindfolded me. I welcomed the cooling down time. I welcomed the darkness. I heard a clink of metal and suddenly I was handcuffed to the bar with my own handcuffs, as she returned to gently suckling my clit again. My arousal returned quickly, as she fingered me again with two fingers. I opened my legs, angled my hips and pushed into her so that she could get deeper. She withdrew suddenly and I lay in anticipation. The coldness of sex toys was something I hated, yet she pushed my vibrator into me so hard and with such force I was almost sure I was going to come. I relaxed around the toy, as I felt the ears of the rabbit pressed against my clit. Without any hesitation, Alex switched it on to the lowest speed and returned to her assault on my nipples. She eased the toy in and out completely, and I cursed not being able to open my legs further. She bit onto my nipples hard in turn, as the vibrator became sloppier and slippier from my wetness. She was struggling to keep it in place. She switched it off, removed it and returned to finger fucking me instead, using her thumb to attack my clit ferociously. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, and she must have done as well, as she surfaced to kiss me hard and remove the blindfold. Clambering up to climax, she quickened her movement over my clit as I found my release. I moaned loudly into her mouth, coming on her fingers and bouncing up and down on them as best as I could. I couldn't kiss her back, my mouth remained open as I gasped for air as she tried to cover my mouth with hers to keep the noise down. She removed her thumb from my clit, and slowly milked my cunt for the last remaining juices from my orgasm. My cunt was till in spasm around her fingers, as she eventually pulled them out, licking them right in front of me and kissing me softly. She undid the handcuffs, as we lay making out like teenagers, pressing naked bodies into each other. Alex was panting as much as I was, as she rolled off me to face me and I wrapped her in my arms for closeness, still kissing her gently at intervals. I wanted to make her come too, but I was completely spent. I rested my lips onto hers as our kiss slowed down, our legs entwined, and I felt restful.