15. Deena

Deena

I f I died right now, I'd die a happy woman. Watching Paula break apart underneath me and knowing that I was responsible for it was the biggest high I'd ever experienced.

I'd had plenty of sex over the years. Soon after I discovered that I liked women in college I also discovered hook up apps. I loved the fact that I could scroll through pictures of women who were down for a quick fuck, swipe right, and scratch an itch whenever I was in the mood for sex. It was the perfect arrangement for me. I could have sex on my schedule, with no expectations around a relationship.

But none of those hook-ups had felt like this. As weird as it sounded, I'd never had sex with emotion before. It had always been about scratching an inch, getting a physical release, something that I did to relax, the same as massage or going into the hot tub.

Sex and love were different things in my mind. Or at least they had been. Now I wasn't so sure.

When Paula flopped back on her bed and said, "How about you come sit on my face?" I knew I was about to find out.

I hopped off the cardboard bed, realizing it was a bit sturdier than I'd given it credit for, and made quick work of dragging my shirt over my head and pulling off my shorts and panties.

"My God, you're beautiful," Paula gasped from her position on the bed.

Her gaze felt almost physical as she traced my body from head to toe and back again with just her eyes. Like Paula, I was lean, with a flat stomach and strongly muscled legs, but my hips were a bit more rounded, and my chest was a full cup size bigger than her tiny little buds.

I arched my back subtly, displaying my breasts as I moved closer, taking my time. Teasing her and myself both.

When I got to the bed I straddled Paula's waist, then scooted up on my knees, an inch at a time until I was hovering over her face.

"Tease!" she chided as she grabbed my hips in a strong grip and lowered my pussy to her face.

I normally wasn't a huge fan of this position, although I couldn't say why, but I didn't mind it at all right now. Digging my fingernails into the cardboard of the bed frame, I let Paula bring me low enough that she could run her tongue along my labia. After a few swipes I wiggled, wanting her to move inside, and she chuckled.

"So impatient."

Despite her teasing rebuke, she slid her tongue in between my lower lips, exploring my folds. I struggled with the effort of holding back, and Paula reached up a hand and laid a sharp smack on my bare ass.

I yelped in surprise.

"Quit holding back," she chided. "I want you to smother me."

When she smacked my ass again, I released the tension in my legs and let myself relax down. She rewarded me by licking me up and down repeatedly until I was grinding against her face with excitement.

When Paula licked her tongue inside my opening, I thought for sure I would die of pleasure. She fucked me with her tongue while gripping my hips with a bruising hold.

"Paula, I'm so close."

It was almost embarrassingly fast but then again I'd been ready to come just from making her come a few minutes ago.

Instead of answering, Paula released one of my hips and slid her hand between my legs, her fingers finding my clitoris immediately. My clit was swollen and throbbing, and I gasped as she brushed over it with her fingertip.

After a few more brushes of my clit, she caught it between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it as she gave it a little tug.

My mouth opened in a silent scream, and my breath stuttered in my chest as everything inside me seemed to still for an instant. Then all my blood thundered right towards my core, and with my next breath I was gushing against Paula's face as I succumbed to my orgasm.

I was flying. Flying high. And it was incredible.

Two hours ago I would have told you I'd had lots of good sex. Great sex even. But this was something entirely different. As I bucked against Paula's face, I could see myself leaving indents in the cardboard bed frame with my fingernails.

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell Paula the truth. That I loved her. That late at night I fantasized about us being a couple, getting married, having a baby, maybe adopting a cat. But I bit my lip, keeping the words inside, because if there was one thing I'd learned in life it was to never make yourself vulnerable.

Because when you made yourself vulnerable, you got hurt. Not that I thought Paula would hurt me on purpose, but she'd given me a casual invitation. Do you wanna fool around? wasn't exactly a declaration of love.

I didn't want to be that clingy woman who fell in love at first fuck. Because when this was all over, I hoped we could still be friends. I needed a friend more than I needed sex. Or so I told myself.