It’s funny the things you imagine when you think about a brand-new experience like this. I always imagined this would be a very transactional experience. One person gives pleasure, the other receives it. But this is not the case. I am getting so much pleasure from filling Pia with my finger, from feeling her tense and tighten around my knuckles. I’m pretty sure if I only had a bit more pressure on my own clit, I’d be coming again. But I don’t move to test that hypothesis. Instead, I focus on Pia by adding another finger.
“Now go back to sucking my clit at the same time,” Pia tells me. “Just keep your fingers inside me. You can move them in and out. Fuck me with them. But keep it slow, be gentle.”
Slow, gentle. Who knew that the world’s toughest female rockstar liked itslowandgentle?
I focus intently on doing as she asked. It takes more energy than I expect, and my face is getting hotter and hotter the longer I spend pressed up against her cunt, the base of my tongue aching, my jaw too, but I love it. I love every second of it, and when I move my foot so I can press my heel up against my own clit, I am quite sure I’m experiencing a version of heaven on Earth.
“Oh, Cassie,fan, fuck!” Pia calls out as I press my fingertips up, feeling a different texture. “Stay there. Stroke me. Right. There.”
I do. And I keep licking and sucking and kissing and thinking this is already the best night of my life.
“Fuck, yes, oh, fuck. I’m…” Pia doesn’t finish her sentence. Instead, she groans, rough and low, just like she does in some of her songs. It’s guttural and unladylike, and Iloveit. I want to record it, put it on a cassette tape and play it, stop, rewind and play it over and over again. And then she’s clenching around my fingers in a perfect 4/4time signature, and I know the next song I write in that rhythm, I’ll be thinking of her.
Her moans continue until she stops squeezing around my knuckles, and I keep my mouth on her until she reaches down and lifts me off.
“Enough,” she says, sitting up. Her cheeks are flushed red, and her eyes are so very, very dark. “Come here.”
She gestures for me to join her, to climb on top of her, so I do. Just as I begin to settle in, she taps my right leg.
“Let me put my leg over you, here,” she says, and I lean back so she can place her thigh above mine. We’re locked in place, like this, but we can’t get close. It’s not easy to sit up and wrap my arms around her, like I want to,reallywant to, but little do I know what’s coming.
With a deft wriggle of her body and a shifting of her weight, Pia slides down slightly, and then … oh,wow…then she presses her pussy up against mine. Like,right on it. She places her arms behind her and leans back, angling her hips so they can push against me, against my clit.
“Oh!” I exclaim, feeling her slickness stroke mine.
“Yeah,” she says, a wicked grin back on her face. “How does that feel, pretty girl?”
I copy her position, leaning back so I can press up against her. It takes me a second to match her rhythm, but eventually we keep the beat together perfectly, grinding against each other in a soundless harmony. Except it isn’t completely soundless. There are my rough breaths as I give my all to meeting Pia’s thrusts. There are her curse words and her satisfied grunts. There’s also the occasional obscene squelch.
It's the most perfect song.
Just like earlier, the thrill of it all becomes too much for me. I start to laugh, not hard enough to slow my pace, but still, enough that my giggles fill ears.
“Share the joke,” Pia says, and I hear then how she’s also out of breath. She’s exerting herself too.
“I can’t believe how good this feels,” I exclaim. “I can’t believe that I ever thought this was … was bad!”
I expect Pia to berate me, or at the very least to tell me how fucked up I used to be. But she doesn’t. Instead, her face melts into a huge smile. Then she twists her body a little so she can hold onto my knee, and I don’t know why but that extra contact, the way her fingers grab my leg, silences my laughter and has me consumed with nothing but a fiery need to climax again.
“Oh, God,” I say.
This time, it’s Pia’s laughter that fills the room, although it’s more of a cackle. “That’s it, my pretty English rose, take the Lord’s name in vain. Fuck that religion bullshit you grew up with. Fuck anybody telling you this was wrong.”
Her words are a balm, but the way she pants them out, breathless and rushed, has me really tipping over the edge.
“Pia!” I call out, although I don’t know why. I don’t want her to stop. I want her to stay exactly where she is. I want her to keep rolling her body against mine. I want her to stay with me while I crash into this orgasm that threatens to consume me.
And it is a crash, a blast, an explosion. Detonating between my legs and spreading through my body and down each of my limbs. My toes curl, my breath hitches, my eyes close. I’m all gasps of air and drops of sweat running along the side of my face and down the valley of my back. I’m trembling and fisting the sheets in my hands and wondering what part of me this orgasm has unlocked because it’s never been like this before. It’s never –ever– been like this before.
My eyes open and immediately focus on Pia. Her head is thrown back. Her nipples are rock hard. Her stomach tenses as she thrusts into me hard and fast.
“Oh, Cassie, fuck!” she yells, and I smile. My name on her lips. My name in her orgasm. It drags out the sweetness of my own fading climax.
And then she’s saying things I don’t understand. Swedish words, I think. No, whole sentences in Swedish. A whole conversation as she rides out her orgasm against me.
When she rights her head and stills her body, I expect her to explain what she was just exclaiming, but she doesn’t. She just looks at me, her chest heaving as it tries to get more oxygen in her lungs. I’m doing the same as I look back at her.
We stay like that. Naked, locked together, our chests rising and falling, our throbbing clits pressed close, staring at each other and waiting. Waiting for whatever happens next.
