Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (9 page)

“So, I am here.
 
I like women and I find you incredibly sexy.
 
Do you want to try with me?
 
If not, I will stop touching you and lay down here on the couch and go to sleep.”

“But I don’t know what I’m doing.”
 
I admitted.

“That’s okay.
 
I can talk you through it.
 
But only if you want.
 
You have to say it though.
 
You have to tell me you want to have sex with me.”

I couldn’t utter the words.
 

Her fingers circled around my knee before they slowly traveled up my skirt.
 
I held my breath until she reached the area that only I had touched for so long.
 
I let out a gasp as her educated fingers knew what to do.

“Say it,” she whispered in my ear.
 
“Ask me to fuck you.”

“Please,” I gasped.

“Please, what?” she asked breathing heavily into my ear.

“Please make me come,” gasping I admitted what I wanted.

She removed her hand from my skirt and demanded I lead her to the bedroom.
 

I did as she asked.

She stood stopped me from the tour and held me still.
 
She reached down, grabbing the sides of her shirt and pulling them up over her head, then reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, exposing her breasts.

“Touch them,” she said.
 
“You wanted to touch breasts before.
 
Touch them in any way you want.
 
I’m not sensitive.”

I reached both hands out and cupped her breasts.
 
They were soft, but firm, nipples standing erect at my touch.

“Can I lick them?” I asked.

Her smile was sweet, warm even.
 
“You can do anything you want.”

I leaned down, licking the nipple at first, then damn near French kissing them, sucking easily as I retreated.
 
I could have done it for hours, but I was eager to discover what else there was.

She reached behind me, unzipping my skirt and sliding it, along with my panties to the floor.
 
Immediately, I became shy.
 
She removed her pants and we stood there admiring each other’s naked bodies.

“Lay on the bed,” she said.

I complied and she followed, lying next to me.
 

Her fingers wandered along my thigh to the area around my ribcage.
 
I yearned for more, but was I ready for a sexual encounter with a woman, let alone a woman who was my subordinate?
 
There were laws protecting her.
 
There were none protecting me.

“Now we have two options here.
 
Either I can please you, then walk you through pleasing me, or, I can teach you first then blow your mind.
 
It’s up to you.”

“I have no idea what to do, or how to start,” I admitted.
 
I would have hesitated if it weren’t for the fact that she was the first one to touch me in ages.

She scooted closer, gently pushing me on my back.
 
She hooked her right foot under my left leg, opening me.
 
Softly and slowly, she rolled atop of me, knees resting her weight on the bed between my legs.
 
Olivia eased her body on top of mine moving slightly up and down so that our breasts and pubic areas gently rubbed against
 
each other.

My pulse rate increased as did my breathing.
 
I reached down and caressed her bottom, pulling her into me.
 
She licked and kissed my neck and traveled down, pausing to devour my breasts.
 
She licked and sucked each nipple, gently squeezing my breasts.
 
She expertly kissed her way to my pelvic area.

I was eager for her to get to the destination she had in mind.
 
She kissed my inner thigh as her fingers taunted my clitoris.
 
Already close to leaping off the bed, I tilted my pelvis.

“Oh please,” I cooed.

“Please, what?” she asked.

“DO something.” I begged.

“What do you want me to do?”

I didn’t know how to say it.
 
I wanted her tongue on my clit.
 
I wanted to feel her moist warm mouth on my pussy.

“Do you want me to eat this sweet little pussy?” she asked as she slid a finger inside me.

“Please, yes.
 
Yes, please eat my pussy.”
 
I wanted to die.
 
Words like that had never escaped my lips before.
  
But my hips betrayed me as they tilted my wet begging pussy toward her pouty lips.
 
Just fucking do it already!

She obliged.
 
First I only felt warmth on my begging clit.
 
I leaned my head back and grasped the sheets of my bed.

I felt her heavenly tongue pressing down on me.
  
My back arched and released as I pushed my pelvic bone firmly on her beautiful mouth.
 
My tits became firmer, standing at attention and I grabbed them to contain their excitement.

I couldn’t catch my breath as the moaning escaped me.
 
Her mouth felt so wonderful on my pussy I thought I could pass out from pleasure.
 
Then, she gently stuck one finger, then two inside my pussy.
 
It was already dripping wet with excitement, making her entry easy.

It had been so long since I had been touched by anyone, and never before had someone made such a valiant effort to please me.
 
My mind went numb as I could only focus on the warm, firm pulsations coming from her skilled tongue.
 
I felt the pressure building and I knew I would soon be done.
 
I wanted to hold it, to wait, to continue to feel the way I felt.
 
My legs slammed shut as the wave exploded inside me and I screamed out.

I pried my legs loose while apologizing.
 
I fell back on the bed, pussy still twitching, drenched in my own sweat and love juices as I fought to catch my breath.
 
“Wow,” I said panting.

“Yeah, it’s like that.”
 
She giggled and climbed up lying next to me.
 
“Take a few to catch your breath.
 
Do you have anything to drink in here?”

I waved toward the kitchen, “Fridge, anything you want, make yourself at home.”

I climbed out of bed, my legs wobbly under me as I tried to make my way to the bathroom.
 
My heart was still thundering in my chest.
 
The rush of endorphins left me light headed and giddy.

Returning to the bedroom, Olivia was already in my bed having a smoke.
 
I never smoked in bed and under any other circumstance, I would have been annoyed.
 
It was impossible to be annoyed then, in my post orgasmic bliss.

“Smoke?” she said, holding out her pack.

“What the hell,” I said with a shrug and lit one.
 
It was the best smoke of my life.

We smoked in silence.
 
It was my turn to pleasure her.
 
Problem was, I had no idea what I was doing.
 
Why did I agree to this?

I snuffed out my smoke and fled to the kitchen for a sip of water.
 
After a few minutes kicking myself, I took a deep breath and found my resolve.
 
After what she just did for me, I wasn’t about to wuss out and not even try.

“I’m sorry.
 
I’m just a little nervous.
 
I don’t even know where to start.”
 
I admitted.
 
“I may need some direction.”

Olivia smiled and patted the bed next to her.
 

I climbed in, lying on my side to face her.

“Lucky for you, I like giving orders.
 
And don’t worry, everyone has a first time.
 
It’s okay to be nervous and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I want to.”

“So, just start doing what you want.
 
Kiss me, lick me, fondle me, as long as that pretty mouth makes it to my pussy, it’ll be fine.”
 
She put her fingers on my shoulder and pulled me onto her.
 
I tried to remember everything she had just done to me.
 
I lingered for a while at her chest.
 
Who knew when I’d have boobs to touch again?

I kissed my way past her belly and took a deep breath, gently placing my tongue on her pink flesh.
 
She cooed and opened her legs wide, placing a hand on the back of my head.

“That’s very nice.
 
You’re doing good.
 
Keep doing that.”

I did as I was told, trying to be mindful of her moans.
 
She liked slow and hard pressure even as she had licked me fast and light.
 
I began to wonder if different women preferred different oral sex.
 
Her voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Take your index and middle finger and slowly put them inside me.”
 
Her words were soft, sultry.

I was starting to enjoy this.
 
It seemed as if she was being pleased.

“Turn your palm up,” she said.
 
After I complied she continued.
 
“Push up toward the ceiling very slightly and push them in until you feel a little shelf.”

When I got to the destination, it was obvious this was a good spot from the gasp she let out.

“Very good,” she panted, “now just move your fingers up and down, in and out just ever so slightly on that spot while you put your mouth back on my clit.”
 
She was playing with her nipples as she gave instruction.

“That’s the G-spot,” she nearly yelled.
 
“You have one too.
 
Fabulous!
 
Oh yes!”

I knew my neighbors could hear her.
 
Her screams and moans grew louder.

“Fuck yes!”

My pussy was responding to her sounds.
 
Horniness came back full force. I wanted to make her come.
 
I wanted to bring her to orgasm.
 
I closed my eyes and gave in to her, working to please her.
 
I could feel her insides starting to spasm around my finger and then she let out a squeal.

She rolled away, panting.

I felt the greatest sense of accomplishment.
 
I brought her to orgasm.
 
I wanted more!

When I woke the next morning, I feared awkwardness between the two of us.
 
I eased out of bed, slipping on my robe.
 
Rubbing my eyes, I stood at the counter waiting for the coffee pot to pony up the dough and spit out a cup I could drink.

Coffee finally in hand, I retreated to the couch, wrapping myself in a blanket.
 
I wasn’t cold, or embarrassed, it was just for comfort.
 
I enjoyed curling up with my first cup of the day, especially on the weekend when I could take my time and enjoy it.
 

I snickered when I thought about the changes that had taken place in such a short time.
 
I went from Ms. Innocent to having my first lesbian experience and was hours away from my first “treatment” by a sex therapist.