A taste of Zoe

Allison leaned back and stared at the screen, but the view was the same as when she’d been hunched forward, her fingers poised over the keyboard, fruitlessly waiting for inspiration to strike: there was nothing but a blank document, the cursor blinking at her over and over again.

“Goddammit,” she muttered.

“Something wrong?”

Allison couldn’t help jumping the tiniest bit at the sound of Zoe’s voice. She was still getting used to the idea of having a personal assistant around, and she had frankly forgotten for a moment that she wasn’t alone in the house. “Ah, it’s just this new book,” Allison said. “I’m still having trouble getting it started.”

Zoe nodded soberly. She surely understood the implications. The book deal meant more money for Allison, which meant a job for Zoe. Thus, no book, no job.

“I know just the thing you need. Caffeine,” Zoe said, giving her a sunny, wide smile before heading for the hall. “I’ll make you some tea.”

Zoe was right, Allison realized as she listened to her footfall on the stairs. She could use a cup of tea. Zoe had only been working for her for a few weeks, but she had already demonstrated that she knew exactly what Allison needed, when she needed it.

At the moment, however, it wasn’t her general usefulness that Allison was thinking about. Instead, the image of her smile had stuck in Allison’s mind. Zoe really was quite a beautiful young woman, so much so that Allison would have been jealous, if she hadn’t looked so similar. Ten years earlier, anyway. Zoe had the flawless skin and trim figure of a twentysomething college student; she had perfect cheekbones, raven hair, and deep, dark eyes that gave her a warm, exotic flair. When you put it all together with a warm, friendly smile, Zoe was a real knockout.

The thought made Allison feel odd inside, like she had butterflies weakly fluttering in her tummy. That’s weird, she told herself, then brushed the thought away. Probably just nerves. It wasn’t like she didn’t have plenty to worry about lately. There was no escaping the fact that every day she didn’t write brought her closer to her deadline with nothing to show for it, and that would mean more than refunding the advance, which she’d already half-spent. It would mean bye-bye, sequels. Bye-bye, cable TV options. Bye-bye, merch sales. Hell, it could mean bye-bye, career. No pressure, she thought as her throat grew tight.

Allison glared at the computer screen like it was simply a matter of will, but the story stubbornly refused to write itself. She placed her hands on the keyboard, halfway hoping that the words would appear by themselves, like on a Ouija board, but she was disappointed. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. I don’t even have a title yet. Fuck me. She could feel a wave of desperation welling up inside her, and she was happy to hear Zoe’s footsteps as she returned with the tea.

As soon as Zoe stepped into the room, holding a tray with a teapot and mugs, Allison caught a whiff of the fragrant steam of the Earl Grey-and-vanilla tea. It was a special blend that Zoe had picked out at Steep, the tea shop downtown. Steep was the kind of place that was full to bursting with fancy stuff that Allison was unfamiliar with and therefore, as an awkward introvert, she shunned. But for Zoe, it was nothing at all to go into a new place and actually talk to people. To strangers. It was pretty fucking weird.

Still, Allison had to admit that having an assistant was a luxury that she was quickly getting used to. She had somebody to answer the phone. To run errands. To make a cup of tea when she needed it.

“Let’s sit over here,” Zoe said, setting the tray on the coffee table in front of the small divan against the wall. “You need to give the computer a break for a while.”

“That’s a good idea,” Allison said, rising from her chair and getting out from behind the desk. The way things had been going, it felt like she’d just been released from jail. “Writer’s block,” she muttered, shaking her head as she sat down next to Zoe and reached for a mug of tea. “It’s a real thing.”

“Don’t say that. I’m sure it’s only temporary,” Zoe said, motioning to the bookshelf across from them. “Look at all the books you’ve written.”

There they were, two girls having fancy tea next to a bookshelf littered with the trashiest, smuttiest novels you could imagine, like it was the most normal thing in the world. The books that lined the shelves were a shameless display — seriously, Allison didn’t know of many erotica authors who, first of all, made printed copies of their books; and second, displayed them at home for all to see. A side benefit of having a mom who lives far away and visits rarely, Allison thought, as she scanned the shelves and considered her past novels. There was the story of a young woman and her journey of self-discovery, entitled All Her Holes. Then there was the story of a young man and his journey of self-discovery, entitled Eight Inch Delivery. Now that she thought about it, all her books were about journeys of self-discovery. With blowjobs.

But what she didn’t see on the shelf — and what she’d just received a large cash advance for — was a story of a young woman self-discovering that she liked girls. Twenty-five novels published, with men and women getting laid all the way from Victorian London to Moon Base Zero, but with not a single lesbian scene to be found.

“The problem is that I just have no experience with this,” she said. “You know what they say about writing — you should always write what you know. And lesbian sex is something I just don’t know anything about.”

“Well, you must be able to imagine it,” Zoe said. “I mean, isn’t that what they pay you for? Your imagination?”

Allison snorted. “Imagination is all I have left,” she said. “I haven’t had sex in so long, I can’t even remember how to do it.” It was funny, but not funny ha-ha. Actually, the more that she thought about it, it wasn’t even funny sad. It was just plain old sad. I’m a writer who can’t write, but even more than that, I’m an erotica writer who hasn’t gotten laid in…too long to think about. Allison wasn’t one to let her emotions show too easily, but at that moment she felt like she was about to burst. She blinked twice and realized that her eyes had filled with tears.

“Sorry,” she muttered, as she reached for a napkin and blotted her eyes. “I guess I’m just a little on edge right now.”

“There’s no reason to be sorry,” Zoe said, then gave her a long stare, as if she were thinking about something serious. She unconsciously bit her lower lip for moment before she spoke. “I think you just need to release some stress. And maybe get a little inspiration,” she finally said. “I can help you out with both.”

“What do you mean?”

“How about you let me…show you?” Zoe reached out and placed her hand atop Allison’s, then gently slid over to caress her forearm. Her hand was shockingly warm from when she’d been holding her mug of tea, and Allison let out a soft gasp. Whether it was from the heat, or Zoe’s touch, or Zoe’s suggestion — or everything altogether — she couldn’t have said.

“You mean….”

“Let me take you to bed,” she said. “Let me show what it’s like to be with a woman.”

“Zoe, I don’t know….” Allison trailed off. She stared at Zoe’s hand, still atop her arm. Her skin was smooth and soft and…kissable, Allison realized. It felt like something was melting inside her. “I’ve never been with a girl,” she said, although her voice had suddenly gone weak and it came out as more of a whisper.

Zoe squeezed her arm gently. “Neither had I,” she said. “Until somebody showed me. And after that I never wanted anything else. You don’t know what you’ve been missing.”

Allison felt dizzy. Her heart was racing and she could feel her cheeks growing warm. When she spoke, she surprised herself, like it was another person’s voice. “I think I’d like to try,” she said. “Maybe.”

Zoe smiled broadly, and this time the butterflies were strong. “I’ve been hoping you’d say that,” she said. “Ever since I started working for you.”

“So what do we do?”

Zoe reached over and softly caressed her cheek. “You can start by giving me a hug,” she said, then she leaned close and pulled Allison’s arm around her.

It was very strange to have another girl so close to her like that — actually, given how long it had been since she’d been with anybody, it felt strange having anybody so close to her. Strange, but in a good way, Allison thought. Zoe was warm and invitingly soft, and although she was brimming over with tension, Allison tried to relax and just get used to the feeling of Zoe against her. She took a deep breath and couldn’t restrain a soft laugh.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” Allison said. “It’s just that you smell nice.”

“You do too,” Allison murmured, and she moved her head up to nestle against Allison’s cheek. “This isn’t too weird for you?”

“It’s weird,” Allison admitted. “But I could get used to it. So, what do we do now?”

“Now we do this,” Zoe said, and she kissed Allison full on the mouth.

Allison froze. She had been with guys before, of course; not so many as one might expect for a woman who wrote about threesomes and snowballing every day, but enough to know what was what. They were, in some ways, all the same: prickly and stubbly, if not downright hairy; sometimes sweaty and stinky, sometimes big and clumsy, like elephants impersonating people.

But Zoe in her arms was petite and light, nestling against Allison like a graceful, lithe creature made to fit her embrace. Allison could smell a faint trace of a fresh, sweet perfume lingering on her, and her kiss was…well, that was something. Her lips were plump and soft, and although Allison had been hesitant, Zoe had not. Her tongue slipped into Allison’s mouth like it was the most natural thing ever. She could taste a hint of vanilla tea as Zoe probed her mouth, letting her tongue play against Allison’s, then drifting out to tease her lips before diving deep again. Allison felt a tingle race through her body like an electric shock. The feel of another woman’s tongue against her own was thrilling beyond what she could have imagined, and her initial shock wore off quickly. In only a minute she had gone from a woman awkwardly hugging another girl to a woman hungrily sucking on that same girl’s tongue.

When their kiss finally broke, Zoe backed away slightly to look at Allison, and she reached up to brush some hair out of Allison’s eyes. “Are you sure you’ve never kissed a girl before?”

“Never, I swear.”

Zoe’s eyes narrowed and she smirked. “Sure seems like you know what you’re doing.”

“Maybe you’re just a good teacher.”

Zoe chuckled and moved close again, although this time her kiss landed on Allison’s cheek. Then another on her jaw. And another on her neck. Allison let out a long breath as an electric tingle ran though her body.

“That feels so good,” she murmured.

Zoe said nothing in return. Instead, she undid the top button of Allison’s blouse, and spread the collar aside to clear the way for another kiss. Her hand dropped down slowly then, and landed on Allison’s breast. She could feel the heat through her bra.

Allison tried not to think about the strangeness of having another girl caress her, of having those soft lips tracing a path down her throat, of the way her slim hips fit so naturally into her grasp. Instead, she concentrated on the sensation, on the pleasure of having another person — anybody, at this point — hold her. Kiss her. Caress her. In spite of Zoe being a woman, Allison found herself getting warmed up like she would have never believed. Or perhaps it’s because she’s a woman. She knows what a woman would like. And God help me, I really like this.

Zoe undid another button, and her next kiss landed lower than ever, leaving a searing hot flicker on Allison’s chest, where her breast swelled above her bra. “This is getting real,” Allison said. She could feel her heart pounding, and her voice was shakier that she would have liked.

“Super real.” Zoe rested her head for a moment against Allison’s chest. “I’m going to take you to bed now. I’m going to undress you. I’m going to kiss you everywhere. I’m going to touch you everywhere. And by the time we’re done, I think you’re going to feel a whole lot better about everything.”

Allison realized then that she was trembling. Kissing was one thing. Getting felt up was another. But going to bed — getting naked and letting this woman have her way with her…well, that was something else entirely. It was surprising, then, when she realized that she was letting herself be led by the hand across the hall to her bedroom.

Allison felt like she was floating above it all, just watching herself as Zoe undid the remaining buttons on her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Her bra followed, then her jeans, then her underwear. Even her little socks joined the other clothes on the floor, and Zoe pushed her gently until she fell backwards onto the bed.

Allison came back to herself then, and she couldn’t help but slip one arm across her chest and her hand between her legs, trying to hide what Zoe had already seen. Then she remembered that Zoe always knew what she needed, when she needed it. She drew back her arms and let herself lay there open and waiting.

Unconsciously or not, Zoe licked her lips as she looked Allison up and down. “Gorgeous,” she murmured, then began to get undressed herself. In only a moment her sweater and jeans were atop the other clothes, and she stepped close to the bed, moving in between Allison’s legs and resting her hands on Allison’s knees.

“Gorgeous,” echoed Allison. Her heart was pounding like a kettle drum. She had written countless seduction scenes, had described women’s bodies of every kind, but she had never imagined that she would be involved in her own seduction, by a girl with a body like this.

Zoe was literally at the perfect age, balanced between the youth that gave her glowing skin and firm breasts, and the maturity that gave her a real woman’s curves. Everything about her was attractive, from the thighs that brushed against Allison’s, begging to be caressed; to her soft tummy, conserving the tiniest bit of kissable baby fat; to those pink nipples, hardening now as if to push between Allison’s lips.

Zoe leaned closer and slid her hands up across Allison’s body. With every touch, it was like she was electrifying Allison; pulses of energy raced through her like lightning as Zoe caressed her hips, her sides, and up to her chest. She moved slowly, but without hesitation; it was like she didn’t want to startle Allison, but just as surely wanted to show her own desire.

When she finally brought her hands up and onto Allison’s breasts, they both let out a sigh: Allison from nerves, as if her breath was being stolen away, and Zoe, from pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” Zoe murmured, and she cupped Allison hard.

Allison gasped. Her flesh was bulging out between Zoe’s fingers, her areolas puffy hills that fit perfectly in between Zoe’s lips when the other girl leaned forward and lowered her head. There was no teasing, no soft kiss this time, simply a hard suck that sent a shock from Allison’s nipples straight to her groin.

Zoe stared at Allison while her mouth was on her, and there was a look in her eyes that Allison had never seen before. A longing. A desire. A hunger. It was like Allison wasn’t even there; it was just Allison’s body and Zoe’s lust, headed on a collision course.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Zoe raised her head. A thin strand of spit trailed briefly from her lips to Allison’s chest, and she was breathing hard. Zoe slipped one hand down between Allison’s legs and let her fingers play through the hair for a moment before moving lower and cupping Allison warmly. “I’m not freaking you out?”

“No,” Allison lied. “I mean, yeah. Yeah, you are. But in a good way.”

Zoe kissed her as she wriggled her middle finger, teasing apart Allison’s pussy lips. “So you don’t want me to stop?”

No matter what Allison might have wanted to say, her body betrayed her urges, as she spread her legs wider and pressed her hips forward against Zoe’s hand. “No,” Allison murmured. “Not yet.”

Zoe’s finger slid up and down slowly, tracing Allison’s groove, slipping deeper and deeper until she plunged all at once inside.

Allison gasped, and her thighs clamped together involuntarily, as if to trap Zoe’s hand there. “Definitely don’t stop,” she said, slowly relaxing and spreading her legs again so that Zoe could move freely.

“You’re really turned on,” Zoe said, pumping her finger in and out.

Allison felt herself blush slightly. It was almost embarrassing how hot she was already, but there was no denying the desire that Zoe had built up inside of her. She simply nodded.

Zoe grinned and she ran her free hand up Allison’s chest, lightly tracing her collarbone, then grasping her throat. “I like that you’re so wet for me,” she murmured, then pulled her finger free from between Allison’s legs. She ran her finger across Allison’s lips, leaving a sheen of pussy juice on her mouth, and then leaned close to let her tongue slip out and tease Allison’s lips, like a butterfly feeding at a flower. “You taste so sweet,” Zoe said. “I have to have more. Spread your legs.”

Allison could barely breathe, not only because Zoe’s hand was tight on her throat, but because of the excitement that was surging within her. Zoe slowly, slowly, placed one kiss after another, creating a trail from Allison’s collar bone down across her chest, pausing to briefly suckle on each breast before continuing on. Zoe’s lips scorched her sternum, set fire to her tummy, and were about to spark something really hot as her mouth drifted lower and lower to nuzzle the hair between her legs. She felt Zoe’s grip loosen as she moved to get off the bed, but Allison seized her hand and held her tight. She loved feeling like she had been forced into all of this, like she was being made to lay there open to Zoe, like she was being made to spread her legs for her. Like she had no choice.

Zoe got that. She paused and lifted her gaze to Allison’s, giving her a look of lust that made Allison’s toes curl, and slipped her finger back between Allison’s legs. She tightened her clasp on Allison’s throat slowly, gripping her harder and harder as she pumped her finger in and out.

Allison felt dizzy, whether from lack of air or Zoe’s touch. She had abandoned any shyness, any hesitation; she now only wanted Zoe’s hands on her. In her. She was being driven into areas of passion she had never felt before, and when Zoe finally released her grip, Allison’s gasp echoed in the room.

Zoe stood over Allison and made a show of sucking hard on her middle finger, cleaning up Allison’s essence. “Like I said, sweet,” she muttered, before kneeling at the edge of the bed and pushing Allison’s thighs wide apart.

The first kiss Zoe placed between her legs, wet and warm and right on her clitoris, was almost enough to send Allison over the edge then and there. She groaned as she clenched the bedspread in her fists. She’d been licked before, of course, but it had never been like this. Never so sweet. Never so hot.

Allison brought her hands to her chest and cupped her breasts. Her nipples had become stiff from excitement, and she marveled at the scene between her legs: Zoe’s thick, beautiful hair was spilled all over, framing her delicate, refined features and those hypnotic eyes. Her gaze was drilling into Allison like a laser.

“Do you like it?” Zoe asked. “Do you like my tongue between your legs?”

Just hearing the words was enough to send another shock of pleasure through Allison. She could only nod.

Zoe’s eyes flashed mischievously. “You like another girl eating you out?”

Allison nodded again, though she could feel herself blushing.

“Then say it,” Zoe insisted. “I want to hear you admit it.”

“I love it,” Allison said. “I love it when you lick my pussy.”

Zoe grinned, and thankfully lowered her mouth again. Allison caught a glimpse of her tongue, so pink and wet, before Zoe plunged back within her, and Allison’s eyes rolled back from lust. She slipped one hand into Zoe’s hair, holding her close, as if to make sure that the other girl wasn’t going anywhere, but she needn’t have worried. Zoe had practically cemented her mouth to Allison’s pussy.

When she finally slipped a finger inside, probing Allison at the same time that she was massaging her clitoris with her tongue, it all became too much. This girl knows how to eat pussy, Allison thought. This morning I got up as a straight woman who’d never even seen another pussy since the high school showers, and now I’m coming into her mouth like a cheap whore.

It was useless to try and hold on; Zoe was too much of an expert at women’s bodies. Allison felt like she was rushing over a waterfall, with a thrilling sensation in her tummy and her blood roaring in her ears. The outside world faded away as her passion overcame her; she had no worries, no cares, no nothing. There was only joy and light.

Orgasms had never been easy for her before. With guys she usually took forever, if she were ever to even reach her pleasure in the first place. With Zoe, however, it was almost embarrassing how quickly she had gone over the edge. It was like a new day had dawned. It wasn’t only the fact that she hadn’t had a proper orgasm in far too long. It was that she had never before come so hard. “Come here,” she said in a shaky voice.

Zoe crawled up and into her arms. Allison was still trembling as they kissed. She could taste herself on Zoe’s lips. “Tell me what you want me to do,” she said. “I want to make you feel that good.”

“Do everything,” Zoe said. “I want your hands on me. Your fingers in me. I want you to kiss me, to lick me, to taste me. Use me like I belong to you.”

Like she belongs to me. The words practically made Allison’s mouth water. “I want you…I want you on your tummy,” she said.

Zoe’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, I like the sound of that,” she purred as she turned over. “What have you got in mind?”

“You’ll see.” Allison threw one leg over Zoe and straddled her, pressing herself against Zoe’s ass and starting off by running her hands up the girl’s back. Her skin was smooth and soft and needed to be kissed, Allison realized. She leaned over and placed her lips at the base of Zoe’s neck, suckling on her for a long moment. She could see goosebumps forming across Zoe’s shoulders as the girl shivered with pleasure.

Allison dragged herself down, letting her breasts slide heavily across Zoe’s back, loving the feel of her skin on another woman. Her nipples firmed up as she pressed herself against Zoe’s warm body, down her back and across her ass. Allison left one kiss after another down Zoe’s spine until the flesh rose to her buttocks. Her tongue lingered there, at the small of Zoe’s back, but Allison was sure of what she wanted to do, and she continued on, letting her tongue slip lower and lower until she found Zoe’s tight asshole.

Zoe grunted softly, and her hips rose to meet Allison’s hungry mouth. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered. “I love that. How did you know I love that?”

Allison was too busy to reply. She grabbed Zoe’s hips and roughly pulled them higher until the other girl was kneeling, then pushed her shoulders down hard. “I want your ass in the air,” Allison said. The fainting flower who had needed to be held down was entirely gone, washed away by the lust that was pouring through her veins.

Allison spread Zoe’s buttocks and slipped her tongue within, tickling Zoe’s ass in between long, wet strokes up and down. She pushed her tongue hard against her and could feel Zoe pulsing at each thrust.

“Holy shit, that feels good,” Zoe said.

“I’m just getting started,” Allison paused to say. She slowly — reluctantly — drew her mouth away from Zoe’s ass and drifted lower until she nuzzled apart the girl’s pussy lips and got a good taste of her.

She couldn’t have known, of course, if every girl tasted like that, but so far it seemed like Zoe was right: pussy was sweet. Allison pressed her face hard against Zoe’s bottom, loving the wet embrace of the pussy lips against her, while she gulped down the lusty essence that was flooding her mouth. Allison ran her tongue in long strokes, painting a trail from her clitoris to her asshole and back again, tasting every inch that she could, and barely taking a breath.

After what seemed like an eternity of lapping at Zoe’s most intimate places, Allison got to her knees and replaced her mouth with her hand between Zoe’s legs. She cupped her whole pussy at first, loving the feel of Zoe’s warmth against her, and then teased the lips open. One finger slipped into Zoe easily, followed by another. Zoe let out a long sigh as she pushed back against Allison’s hand, taking her fingers as deeply as she could.

“I love how you’re touching me,” she said.

“I do too,” Allison said, pausing at the end of each thrust so that she could enjoy the warm embrace of Zoe’s pussy around her fingers. The sensation — so wet, so inviting — was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, but it felt perfectly natural at the same time. She let her hand slide out to examine her fingers, all slippery with Zoe’s juices, and then slipped them into her mouth, sucking hard.

Allison was like a lush who had found her favorite bottle. An hour before, it would have been shocking to taste another girl’s pussy. Now it was succulent. She stopped to examine the mess she had made between Zoe’s legs. The girl’s butt cheeks, her asshole, the pink folds of flesh, all glistened with Allison’s saliva.

She didn’t ask Zoe to turn over; she just took her by the hips and guided her onto her back. She didn’t ask Zoe to spread her legs; she just pushed them apart herself. And she certainly didn’t ask if she could go down on the other girl; she just dove right in.

Allison hovered her mouth over the soft pearl of Zoe’s clitoris, brushing it with her tongue like it was an artist’s brush, and slowly ran her thumb up and down her slit. Zoe was soaking, what with Allison’s saliva and her own essences like a river between her legs, and in only a moment her thumb was equally wet. Allison dropped lower, then lower still, until she felt the tight ring of Zoe’s asshole pulsing against her thumb. She pushed.

“You are such a naughty girl,” Zoe murmured. Her hips ground against Allison’s hand, urging her onward. “But I like naughty.”

Allison drove on until her thumb was enveloped by Zoe’s ass, tight and warm, and she softly pumped back and forth. It was exhilarating. Intoxicating. She loved everything about it — the feel of her spit-slickened lips against Zoe’s skin, the musk that she took in with every panting breath, the taste of Zoe’s most intimate places. But what she loved most of all was the thought — so naughty, so thrilling — of just what she was doing, as she brought her tongue back in forth in long strokes between Zoe’s pussy lips. I’m eating out another girl, she thought, with my thumb up her butt. And I love it.

It was better than she could have imagined, but there was a tiny voice in the back of her head that was telling her that something was missing. Having Zoe go down on her was not enough. A small taste of Zoe was not enough. She wanted more. She needed more.

Allison slowly eased her thumb out and placed a soft kiss on Zoe’s thigh. “You stay right there,” she said, then got up and onto the bed. “I want to try something else.”

Zoe was way ahead of her. “Good,” she said, scooting to the center of the bed. “I think we have the same idea.”

Allison turned and swung one leg over Zoe, then backed up slightly until she was nearly sitting on the other girl’s face. “I’ve done sixty-nine before,” she said. “But never with another girl, of course.”

Zoe reached up and grabbed her thighs, pulling her lower. “You don’t know what you’ve been missing.”

Better late than never, Allison thought as she settled onto Zoe’s waiting mouth. It felt like she was just where she belonged. Zoe plunged her tongue deep within, while Allison ground her hips against her.

“Oh, fuck,” she muttered, half in awe and half in disbelief, as she realized how close she was to coming again. There had never been a time that she’d had two orgasms so close together, but then there had never been a time when she’d been with somebody like Zoe.

“Lick me, honey,” Zoe said. “I want your mouth on me.”

You and me both, Allison thought. Truth be told, she almost didn’t care whether Zoe got the same pleasure. Riding the other girl’s face like this gave her a feeling like she was totally in charge, like she was the only one who mattered, but the thought of another taste of Zoe’s honey was pretty tempting.

With her free hand, Allison slipped her fingers in between Zoe’s legs. The girl was soaking wet, and in only a second Allison was sloppy with her juices. Allison lifted her fingers to her face. The scent of Zoe was like perfume to her now, and she smeared her mouth with the other girl’s essence.

When she finally lowered herself to rest against Zoe’s body and let her mouth settle between Zoe’s legs, it was like the final piece of a wonderful puzzle was falling into place. Allison slipped her hands under Zoe’s ass and held her tight, pulling her hips close and burying her mouth in the warm, wet flesh.

Zoe moaned at Allison’s kiss, which sent a vibrating thrill right into Allison, which made her moan in turn. It was the most electrifying cycle Allison had ever felt, and she plunged her tongue deep into Zoe. She never would have believed what she was doing, if she had heard about it a day earlier, but now she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. A whole new world had opened for her, and she was drinking it in almost literally.

It was all too much. The taste of Zoe’s essence flooding her mouth, the warmth of her tummy against Allison’s breasts, the feel of another girl’s tongue all up in her, it was all too much. Allison had tried to hold out, to keep the lust from overcoming her in a sweet struggle to prolong her pleasure, but she was too weak.

When she came, her screams echoed through the house. It felt like she had become eternal, like she had always been a being of pleasure, like time did not exist. Like nothing else existed besides her passion. The paradox was that it felt both eternal and over far too soon.

When she finally came back to herself, it took a long moment to realize where she was. Her eyes refocused slowly, and she remembered only in pieces. This is my room, she thought. My bed. My Zoe. Allison moved to the side and switched positions so that she was still straddling Zoe, though now face-to-face.

Zoe’s cheeks were smeared with wetness and she was breathing hard. She looked happily exhausted. And I probably look the same, Allison thought. She glanced over to the full-length mirror in the corner. It was very weird to see herself atop another girl. Weird, but right.

She let her hands play over Zoe’s chest, no longer tracing her curves with lust, but simply appreciating the beauty of her body. She leaned close and placed a soft kiss on her breastbone before resting her head on Zoe’s chest. She could hear the girl’s heartbeat. “That was…amazing,” Allison whispered. “Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure,” Zoe said, slipping her arms around Allison and hugging her tightly. “And yours, right?”

“I’m not sure pleasure is even the right word. It’s never been like that. So intense,” Allison said. “I would stay here all day with you — ”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“But I can’t,” Allison said, as she hugged Zoe once more and then rolled off the bed.

“Why not? You don’t have anything on your calendar.”

Allison grinned as she leaned in for a last kiss. “It’s not that,” she said, then bent over to start picking up her clothes. “I have writing to do. And now I know just how to get started.”

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