We all feel better in the dark

After being chastised by a reviewer (in a nice, but very firm manner!), I thought I'd better add another chapter to this story. The opening chapter is actually a couple of years old, a story that was never finished; I uploaded it here to see if it was worth resurrecting. Anyway, here's part 2 (I'm not sure if this story could manage a part 3, but I'm more than happy to be proved wrong!).

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There was a pause. I gently pulled my fingers away from her body, their wetness glistening in the dim light of the room. Karen said nothing. Her breathing gradually slowed as she watched me. I brought my fingers to my mouth, inhaling her scent from them before I slowly licked them clean. The taste was different from my own arousal. I couldn’t quite describe it. To me, she tasted like something wild, like lust and booze and everything I wanted.

I ached with desire, I desperately wanted something to happen but I was filled with trepidation. Karen was silent, simply watching me and I couldn’t bring myself to say what I wanted. What if she hated what had just happened? What if she felt that I’m forced myself upon her? Panic began to build in my stomach. The silence stretched so long that I decided I had to go. I moved to get up from the bed, but she grabbed my wrist; her grip surprisingly strong for someone so small.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’ she asked.

‘I…I…’ I stuttered like an idiot. I hadn’t been so flustered and so fearful since my first kiss; a rather slobbery incident at a late 80s disco, with a boy who was shorter than me and wore braces. Michael, Mark, something like that. His mouth had tasted of cheese & onion crisps. Somewhere, at the back of my mind, the logical part of my brain warned me that I was becoming mildly hysterical. Karen put a finger to my lips.

‘You can’t give me one of the best orgasms of my life and jump straight out of my bed, Liz. It’s just not on.’ She rose up, kneeling in front of me, her eyes level with mine. Her small hands came up to clasp my face; her palms were hot against my cheeks. Then her mouth was on mine. My response was gentle, tentative, but she was having none of it. Her kiss was forceful. Aggressive. Her small lips and darting tongue were devouring me. Her hands snaked round to knot themselves in my hair and I was dimly aware of a sharp pain from my scalp, but I didn’t care. I had never been kissed with such raw want and I revelled in it.

She broke from my mouth and began to kiss and nip her way along my jawline. She found that point on my neck, just below my ear, where the pulse throbbed and sucked hard. I heard a rough, guttural moan and it took me a moment to realise that I was making the noise. She chuckled slightly, then sucked harder. My hips bucked in an instinctual response. Her hands moved from my hair to pull at the hem of my borrowed t-shirt, urging it upwards. Between the two of us, it was soon off and flung into a corner of her room.

‘Lie down, Liz.’ It wasn’t so much a request as a demand. I lay down on the bed, adopting a position much the same as hers had been in sleep. Without warning, she reached over me and turned on the small bedside lamp. It was hardly a glaring spotlight, but the effect was immediate: I scrabbled for the duvet, desperately trying to cover myself in any way that I could. ‘Liz!’ She almost shouted, her voice harsher than I’d ever heard it.

‘I can’t, please, just turn it off…’ I babbled on.

‘Liz, stop. Just stop. I want to look at you. I need to see you while I do this.’ I shook my head, bringing my hands up to cross over my chest.
‘It’ll only put you off,’ I muttered. I knew that I sounded petulant, sulky even, but I couldn’t help it. My body was far from perfect, various comments over the years and my own reflection had proved that much. My arms and legs were long and heavy compared to her lithe limbs. My breasts, too big to be pert, slid off to the side when I lay on my back. My belly though , in perverse contrariness, was still rounded, even in this position. It settled into small folds of soft flesh over my upper hips and lower back. I didn’t just feel bigger than her; I had always felt bigger than her. Now I felt almost monstrous.

‘Stop it!’ She grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away from my torso, opening me up to her gaze. Gently, but firmly, she placed them at either side of me on the bed. Pulling them outwards again when my nervousness drew my arms tight to my sides. This done, she rose to a kneeling position again and looked at me, steadily. ‘There’s nothing wrong with your body, Liz, nothing at all.’ Her hand reached out to caress my face, jaw and throat; her fingers started a slow dance over my collarbone. ‘You’re all woman, Liz. Full and strong.’ I turned my head away from her, breaking the gaze.

‘Not a commonly held opinion, I’m afraid.’ I had the awful feeling that I might cry and I blinked furiously. Crying was stupid at the best of times, let alone in these circumstances.

‘They’re scared of you, Liz; don’t you see that? It’s not that they don’t want you.’ Her hand brushed across the top of my breast and I sighed. ‘I see them look at you. I’ve seen them want you. But you’re like an Amazon to them. All woman, but you can look them in the eye and it frightens them. “How can I control a body like that?” They ask themselves, “How can I control a woman like that?” So they back off, Liz. But I’m not like them.’ She suddenly grinned and the expression was feral, hungry on her beautiful face. With a rapid movement, her hands cupped my breasts. Though they filled and overspilled those small hands, her thumbs managed to reach across to flick my nipples. I gasped, pleasure flooding through me.

She smirked at me, with a self-satisfied look that would have suited one of her spoiled felines. Her thumbs circled over my nipples, raising them into sensitive peaks, before flicking them again and again. She squeezed and moulded my breasts between her hands, as though fascinated by their malleability. It felt so different to a man’s touch. There was something confident, knowing, in her movements.

‘You’re good at this,’ I told her, my voice husky to my own ears. She pinched my nipples hard and chuckled at my gasp.

‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to play with these, Liz. These incredible tits that stretch out your t-shirts.’ She pinched again and my hips twisted. ‘This teasing cleavage that peeps out of those work shirts.’ She squeezed my breasts together, creating that cleavage once more. With a suppleness that surprised me, Karen lifted up and threw a leg over to straddle me. She daintily positioned herself across my upper thighs; not quite sitting, but resting on me just a little. I could feel the wetness from her cunt press against my leg. She leaned forwards and I was aware of that delicious wetness sliding down my leg, pressing into the muscles of my thigh like an eager mouth. Her face was level with my breasts. Her tongue peeped out from between her lips and quickly licked my nipple.
It felt amazing, that single, tiny touch. She must have enjoyed my response, as she licked it again, swift and hard. Then, pressing my breasts together as much as she could, she licked rapidly across both nipples. Small, sudden licks were followed by long, leisurely laps from her whole tongue. My breasts were so sensitive that her attentions almost hurt. But not quite. Instead they ached with heavy pleasure and desire flooded through me. My own cunt was drenched; I could feel the wetness sliding from me and down into the mattress below. She took each nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, grazing them ever so slightly with her teeth and I cried out with the ecstasy of it.

I opened my eyes to see that she was kneeling upright again, her wetness delicately kissing my thighs as she smiled at me. Not a smirk or a grin, but an open, happy smile. Her lips were puffy, swollen from pleasuring my breasts. With her tumbling red tresses and pale skin, she looked angelic. Beatific. Utterly pure and entirely sensual at the same time. She raised herself up a little higher.

‘Open your legs, Liz.’ I did. In a moment, she was nestled between them. Her hands stroked over the hard muscle of my upper thighs and the soft skin of my inner things. Her fingers made large circle over my heated flesh and I desperately wanted her to touch me where I had touched her; to fill that terrible, glorious aching inside me. Her hand covered my cunt, pressing it lightly and I arched it towards her. Then she pulled away, moving herself further down the bed.

‘No…’ the plea sounded strangled from my lips, I couldn’t bear to be left like this. She began to speak.

‘Jim would never go down on me. He’d finger me and it’d be alright, but his skin was all rough and it never felt that great. I told him that his tongue would feel amazing, but he just made this face, as though I’d told him to eat a slug. Maybe that’s what he thought it’d be like. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never done it.’ She ran a finger over my slit, covering it in my arousal. Slowly, cautiously, she tasted the wetness. Just as slowly, she licked her finger entirely clean. Once she had done so, she said ‘Then again, Jim was a fucking idiot.’

All at once, her mouth was on my cunt. It was as though she had discovered a new and wonderful fruit. She was determined to consume as much as she could. Then her tongue found my clit and she lapped it over and over again. I was writhing underneath her, so much so that her strong little hands had to hold my thighs still. Then she pulled my clit between her lips and sucked. I was vaguely aware of small fingers plunging into me in time with her sucking. Her fingers fucked me hard and fast as she suckled my clit. As her tongue flicked my clit in her mouth, I screamed and came, trapping her fingers inside me.