I tucked my tongue under the string that wrapped around her waist and pulled it down. Her pussy welcomed me like the explorer is welcomed to the uncharted. Enticing as an oasis.
“Mae…” I moaned, the left side of my face resting on her inner thigh, my right hand crawled up her body to cup her breasts, the thin lace of her bralette exposing her peaked nipples, which I rolled gently between my thumb and finger.
“Nikki, if you keep teasing me I don’t think I can take it,” Maeda pleaded.
I smiled wickedly. “You’ll take it, pretty girl. You’ll take anything I choose to give, won’t you?”
Maeda arched her back against the bed, wordlessly asking me for more. I pushed my right hand up further, to her mouth. She sucked on my pointer and middle fingers. “Yes,dolci, make my fingers ready for you.”
When my fingers were covered in her spit, I brought my hand down to her clit. I gently massaged her. Drawing an alphabetical pattern, some shapes, and some repeating motions she seemed to respond to well. Her pussy was so wet that my mouth was watering, but I could push her further. My fingers entered her, and she moaned. I could feel my own wetness building. I plunged my fingers in and out of her cunt at a steady pace. Maeda’s hips started to rock with the motion. That’s when I put my mouth on her. I sucked, flicked my tongue, and lapped up every centimeter of her while my hand kept a steady rhythm. I sucked on her clit once more and curled my fingers inside against her G-spot. She trembled. The noises she made were delicious.
“Nikki, fucking, oh… shit. Nikki, yes. God… I’m going to.” She panicked. Then, she quivered and came all over me.
Maeda fell limp on the bed.
“You feeling okay?” I asked.
She tucked her chin down and looked at me with a dreamy expression. She nodded.
“Get on the bed,” I instructed, her legs still hanging off the edge. She rolled over and crawled up the bed. Her ass up like that, I would have gotten the strap out. Instead, I crawled up next to her, my head on her chest. I could hear the fluttering of her heart as she stroked my hair.
“So, did you enjoy that?” I asked.
“Mmhmm,” she replied. “But, I feel bad that you did all the work.”
“It’s not work to give devotion,” I said. “Besides, we have all night.”
“Then, let’s not waste it,” she said. Then, she kissed me, and we were off again. We went several rounds, her hands, my mouth, clits on thighs, scissoring. We took a break to eat something around 1 A.M.
“I’m telling you, chunky peanut butter is better,” Maeda argued.
“And, I’m telling you, that’s a criminally insane take. You can get locked up for that.” I spread some creamy peanut butter on a slice of toast. “Creamy is superior because look at how it melts on the warm toast.”
“Most people don’t toast their bread before making a PB&J,” Maeda said with a smile as she added strawberry jelly to a slice. “And, you aren’t even making a sandwich, it’s just toast.”
“Two slices of bread for a PB&J is disproportionate. I’ll die on this hill,” I asserted.
We sat on the kitchen floor and ate our snack. She looked around.
“I like your little gallery.” She nodded toward my ancestral altar.
“Thanks. I recently started getting into my maternal ancestral line. Turns out, I’m a quarter Italian. So, I’ve been trying to incorporate some Italian folk practices into my life. I got these pictures of my great-great-grandparents from a cousin who lives in Naples still.”
“That’s really cool! Is that why you have the Italian pepper tattooed on your neck?”
I laughed and touched where the tattoo was. “It’s not a pepper. It’s a bull’s horn. People just think its a pepper because its usually made out of red coral.”
She stretched her legs out, her calves resting on my thighs. She had put on a pair of my shorts I slept in and a baggy t-shirt. Her sex hair was a little wild. I wanted to kiss her gently, breathe her in. I wanted to be tender.
“I like your apartment a lot.”
I shrugged. “It’s small, but it works for now.”
I started having visions in my mind, like a daydream montage of getting a small house with three bedrooms: one for us, one for Dolly, and an office. We could decorate it and make it our own. Dolly’s room could have a ballet barre in it, if she wanted. There would be a trampoline in the backyard by a tire swing and a hammock for Maeda to relax in. I could see the three of us around a kitchen table, making ravioli together. A home, full of love.
I could see it so clearly.
I went on my phone and started looking at houses for sale.
