Previous Story: Lover Under Her Moon, Part 1
Marissa appeared from under the bed sheet, directly aligned with Sadie’s sweet navel. She looked like an overworked nun. Her cheeks and forehead were reddened, overheated, as if having just run a marathon. Her lips were puffy, and her face was slathered with wet pleasure of Sadie’s pussy.
Sadie’s heaving chest had calmed to a slower paced inhale-exhale. She peered between her slack breasts to smile at the one who had just made her morning start so well.
“Come up here,” she urged, reaching out her arms. “Let me hold you.”
Marissa crawled up Sadie, placing succulent kisses at random spots. Once settled next to Sadie, Marissa placed her head on Sadie’s bosom. She moved close to brush her pussy against Sadie’s leg and to feel the scratch of the stubble around Sadie’s pussy on the side of her knee.
She drew calligraphically across Sadie’s belly.
Laying on her back, Sadie played with Marissa’s long tresses of hair that were frizzy and frazzled after rubbing against the bed sheet for so long.
“I was not expecting this, you know,” Sadie said. “I always forget what alcohol does to me—especially when I’m tired.”
“Yeah, it brings up weird things—no, not weird—I mean unexpected things. Things no one knows.” Marissa cupped the side of Sadie’s left breast and brushed her thumb over the small nipple.
“Things we didn’t even really know.” Sadie eased her hand down the side of Marissa’s torso until her fingertips touched her hard hip bone. “Who knew? A few drinks and a tattoo,” Sadie said.
“I’m glad this was with you and not someone else. Imagine falling into this situation with someone I only knew for a night.” Marissa adjusted herself so her tongue could flick the nipple on Sadie’s right breast, remaining playful, lighthearted.
“Did you know?” Sadie asked apprehensively.
“About what?”
“About this, us, attraction.”
Marissa twisted so she could look into Sadie’s rich eyes. “No.”
“I didn’t intend for this to happen either.”
Sadie had intended to spend one night at Marissa’s condo so she would be closer to her morning meeting. A convenience and an evening with a friend.
Marissa raised up to her elbow. “I didn’t have a secret plan to have you spend the night and then get you drunk. Might be a plan for next time though.” She gave a sinister giggle.
Sadie tucked a strand of hair behind the small ear of her new lover. “I don’t think there’ll be a need for a ‘secret’ plan from now on.”
“Probably not.”
A moment later, Sadie exhaled pensively. “I think a lot of times, people—a man or woman—become more attractive when we get to know them. The person you’d ignore in everyday life, or considered a friend, gets a reevaluation, a second chance, after a good conversation or two.”
“So over time you’ve thought …” Marissa began.
“You are an attractive woman? Lovely really—both inside and out. Someone I like to be with.”
Marissa sat up straight to a sitting position, crossing her legs, beside Sadie. Her breasts swooped upward, so the nipple pointed upward, as her shoulders were rounded forward, listening. “I never really thought about this—you and me. I don’t know if it was a combination of wine and those movies and your tattoos.”
“The ‘hot and cold’ game?”
“That definitely opened a door.” Marissa lifted her eyebrows, shrugging an awkwardness as last night’s romp was so unexpected.
A few hours ago, as she put a tired and drunk Sadie to bed, Marissa had noticed Sadie’s tattoo of the waxing and waning of moon, centered by a full moon. Sadie had then asked Marissa to find her second tattoo, which was hidden in an intimate place.
“Last night—this morning—was special. You’re special,” Sadie said. She touched Marissa’s bottom lip.
Sadie drew her in for a long kiss. Their mouths opened for their tongues to tickle and play and push against each other. They felt the roughness of their tongues. Another arousing game, like hot or cold. Sadie pushed Marissa to her back. Like their tongues, their bodies pressed together. The heat between them—physically and emotionally—spiked immediately.
Marissa had to break the kiss to catch her breath and compose her mind. They paused, quiet, for a moment.
“When did it begin?” Sadie asked, soon.
“When I first noticed your—”
“No. I mean when you thought …” Sadie paused. “Never mind.”
“Ah, I understand what you’re getting at. I’ll say you have this way with people, interacting so well. Like you can handle men. How you toy with them and then slap their hands away. Now, let me ask you something. Ever thought about women?”
“Only from silly erotic stories. The stories make it intriguing. But in everyday life, not really. Work though, work is what consumes me and my—”
Sadie gasped and almost bounced up.
“My meeting! What time is it? Oh my goodness! I got to get ready.”
Sadie flung off the sheet. She rushed, naked, from the bedroom into the bathroom. Her breasts bounced and flapped against her body.
Marissa remained on the bed. She simply watched the white sheet float down to rest on the bed silently.
At the same time, the frazzled Sadie ran from here to there and back again. The soft pat of bare feet trailed behind Sadie. Marissa heard the narrow gush of water from the sink faucet turn on and then the strong spray through the showerhead hitting the shower door.
Sadie burst through the bathroom door, still not wet, to rush to her overnight bag. She came back with an opened bag in tow, cosmetics and a hair conditioner bottle nearly falling out.
Marissa sat still on the bed. She watched Sadie’s lean muscular legs, strengthened from years of yoga and kickboxing. An hour ago, that pair of legs had wrapped around Marissa’s head in such intensity that she felt her own pulsations in her ears. And her face was trapped against Sadie’s sweaty, stubbly pussy.
Marissa had caused the forced headlock though. She had earlier gripped those thighs and harshly muscled them wide, as if finally splitting a tree trunk that had been gouged deeply by an axe.
With her face inches from the split, despite the dim light under the sheet, Marissa watched Sadie’s garden peel open, revealing flower pedals, a hidden bud, and a deep pink alcove covered in sticky dew. The garden was set in a stifling, humid climate. But the trapped heat increased the emanating womanly scents of ravenous arousal and a woman’s ruptured lusts.
Possessed by all that was in the garden, Marissa stretched her tongue deep into the sticky alcove, licking clean the full, oval entrance. Then she sucked on flimsy flower pedals.
Above her, beyond the sheet, she heard Sadie’s wisps and murmurs. Light talk. There were encouragements to explore farther and eat more.
“Taste all you want. It’s yours,” Sadie had whispered.
But there was no warning from Sadie about the snap-back of her thighs.
Marissa only began to relish the small bud, attending to it so gently. Then Sadie’s body jolted. Her legs slammed shut. In that locked state, Marissa’s upper lip and her nose grated against the rough stubble.
Soon the thighs relaxed and fell open. Marissa crawled out from under the white sheet. Exhausted but pleased to see Sadie’s eyes and arms, waiting to hold her.
In a tizzy, Sadie reappeared in the bedroom in a towel wrapped around her body and another holding up her hair. She rushed around the bed and mumbled incoherently as she brushed her teeth. She was confused and lost.
“Psst, your outfit for today is on the hanger in my closet—on the back of the door. You put it there,” Marissa said.
Sadie found it. She tossed it on the bed, ran to the bathroom, and returned with an empty mouth.
“Thank you for this. I am so worried. I’m going to be late. I’ve got to get my head on straight.”
Marissa grabbed the front of the towel between Sadie’s breasts, not letting it fall, and dragged Sadie close. “Slow down,” she said, eyes wide to convey her message. Then she kissed Sadie gently on the lips. Innocent, as if a gift of peace and calm.
Sadie resisted.
“I can’t anymore, Marissa. Another kiss and I may never make it out of here.”
Marissa released her hand from the towel. She leaned back on her stiffened arms and watched.
Sadie let the towel drop to a clump on the floor. It left the tattoos—the moons and the scorpion—in view. Standing before Marissa, Sadie unwound the towel holding her hair and wiped off the last few wet parts of her body—the back of her arms, her inner thighs, and the underside of her breasts.
“Can I just once more?” Marissa asked.
“Once more what?” She tucked her breasts into her bra and clasped it.
“Kiss you.”
Sadie slid on her panties, pulling them up to her natural waistline.
“It’s just too much for …”
Marissa mouthed the word please.
Sadie put her hand on the bed and leaned forward. Marissa leaned toward her lover. Their lips and tongues met again. They relished the second meeting in so short a time. As their mouths worked, the pair’s hands moved, searching, across the other’s body. Marissa clutched the back of Sadie’s neck. Sadie thrummed Marissa’s round breast.
Then Sadie broke the kiss. “No more. That was too much.”
“For now … For now.”
Sadie continued to get ready while Marissa made a dark blend of coffee.
Eventually, Marissa escorted Sadie to the door of the condo. Sadie was dressed and ready for a workday full of business meetings. Her mind was in a better place too. Marissa was in a long night shirt.
Marissa’s mere thought of another kiss—a quick kiss—caught Sadie’s attention.
“No,” Sadie said. She touched her forefinger to Marissa’s lips. “Only later.”
“So there will be a later?”
“All my things are here. I’ll be back around 3.” Then she left for her meetings.
It wasn’t until 6 that Sadie returned.
“I’m home,” she called after closing the front door. “That was a whirlwind of a day. Wore me out.”
She dropped her tote bag on the couch.
“In here.” Marissa’s voice echoed from her bedroom.
Sadie found Marissa in bed, watching TV.
“Change so we can relax again,” Marissa said.
She scanned through the channels, while Sadie eased out of her workday outfit. She eased into a t-shirt, braless, with a tiny pair of panties.
“Done anything today?” Sadie asked as she climbed onto the bed.
“Not much. I took a day off. This morning was way too much for me.”
“‘Too much’?”
“Yes, I’d never be able to focus on work. And I struggle to take days off, so …”
“It all worked out.”
“Not necessarily all of it.”
“What didn’t?” Sadie asked with concern.
“I wondered what tonight might be like—between you and me. It is never exactly clear.”
“Are you worried about what I think now after this morning?” Sadie asked.
Marissa nodded slightly, timidly, feeling like a young girl hoping for a gift.
“If you want to know, it all works out.” Sadie leaned forward.
The lovers kissed and lavished each other. Soon they were naked again. Their romp reignited, late into the night.
They tasted each other. They rubbed. They touched and teased. They tribbed, pussy on pussy. They played happily and finally ended, asleep, naked, and both still over the full moon.
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