After Midnight (2 page)

They banged against the stall, forgetting to be quiet.

She wasn't like that, I thought. Ming-Ye wasn't passive. She'd never lean against a wall, teetering on those ridiculous heels with her legs spread while she waited for another woman to make all the moves. Ming-Ye grabbed what she wanted and took it hard.

The blonde's hand worked in obvious circles.

I imagined Ming-Ye's clit getting fat under the stroke of a thumb.

Shocked, I realized that I was turned on. My body was confused, I decided. Adrenaline made me feel amped and unreal, as if I couldn't really be seeing what I thought I was.

The twinges in my clit got harder to ignore. I felt the weight of a drop of cum hanging, waiting to fall, ready to be lapped up by Ming-Ye's tongue. It seemed to magnify the sensations of every nerve.

My hand slid down into my underwear.

The slightest touch sent shock waves of excitement through my body. My hand pulled my outer lips tight against my clit, squeezing it as my other hand rubbed quick and harsh.

Did Ming-Ye's new lover tug at her sex, pulling it like taffy until Ming-Ye gasped, “Too much”? It seemed weird that Ming-Ye didn't have the blonde on her knees. I felt as if I didn't know her at all.

Leaning against the far wall of the stall, I put my foot up on the toilet and braced myself as my hand worked in harder, faster strokes.

I listened to the lovers' little gasps of pleasure and watched them in the overhead mirror as I avoided looking at my own reflection.

Was Ming-Ye getting a finger up inside her, like I was? Did two, and then three, fingers fuck her while her thumb stroked
circles over the sensitive nub? Were her lover's fingers drenched in juices like mine were? I hoped not, but the moans in the stall next to me got deeper.

She never moaned like that for me. She was always so quiet while her lips flushed deep pink and her eyes closed. Sometimes, only a tremor running through her body, and the gush of sweet flavor let me know she'd come.

“Yes, yes,” a voice in the next stall said.

Yes, yes, I was almost there too. Release was riding a tense wave that could crash at any moment over my body.

“Fuck me,” someone said in an awed whisper. It was clearly Ming-Ye's voice bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom.

Startled, her blonde lover pulled back, but then she shrugged and I heard the moans again.

Yes, fuck her, I thought. Fuck Ming-Ye. We were so fucking over.

I was mad at myself for being so turned on, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't walk away, couldn't even think, until I'd come.

I rubbed harder, working myself up into a froth of anger and sex. My nipples, hardened by desire, rubbed against the inside of my bra.

The stall walls banged in fuck rhythm as the blonde and the cheater whore slammed against it.

Heat rushed across my face. I could hear my pulse thudding in my ears and feel it in my clit. I looked up, hoping the sight of the lovers in the next stall would send me over the edge.

I stood up on my toes. It was unexpected, the harsh jolt of intense orgasm that ripped through me. Fast, throbbing, it knocked me back against the toilet. I held onto the wall, panting.

The girl in the next stall over hit her orgasm hard too.

“God,” she gulped. “God…”

Since when did Ming-Ye talk about God?

When I made her come, she danced on the tip of my tongue. Fingers grasping my hair, she'd pull me into her and grind, baby, grind to sultry music only she heard. Her butt would lift up and growling, she'd shimmy. Then, grinning, she'd collapse back on the couch, legs spread.

At least she didn't dance for the blonde. She sort of just stood there and let it happen.

Good. Let the blonde think she was a half-assed fuck, one of those girls who didn't lose their minds for sex, no matter how awesome.

I watched the blonde bring her fingers to her nose, watched her sniff, watched her smile. I was going to kill her.

And then, in the reflection overhead, I saw another pair of eyes, glinting with suppressed laughter.

Startled, guilty, I looked away, and then up at the reflection again. In the stall on the far side, Ming-Ye was hunched over, alone. Her merry gaze met mine and as her shoulders shook from suppressed laughter, she put a finger to her lips, urging me to stay quiet. Her other hand, the one I couldn't see, I somehow knew worked over her clit.

It wasn't her with the blonde. It was all just a mistake.

Ming-Ye's eyes half closed in that way I knew so well. Her mouth opened in a perfect little O of pleasure. Quietly, she shuddered through her climax. After she had pushed her skirt down, she blew me a kiss from a hand that I knew was coated with her juices. She winked at me.

Ashamed at myself for doubting Ming-Ye, I blushed and bowed my head.

The other couple pulled their clothes back on and stole out of the men's room.

I heard footsteps. Ming-Ye knocked on the stall door. I
couldn't hide forever, so I finally opened it. She wasn't pissed. She grinned at me. She had no idea what I'd been thinking.

She extended her hand, and I took it even though I didn't deserve to.

“Oh, honey,” she told me as she kissed me. “Don't be embarrassed. I've always gotten off on watching. It's okay.”

I almost cried. How could she be nice to me?

“Did you see that bitch wearing my boots? I couldn't believe it when I saw her on the dance floor.”

Something between laughter and a sob shook me. I should have known it was the boots. I never even looked at the blonde's lover.

Ming-Ye caressed my face with her petite hands. “So you get off on watching too? I never guessed. Maybe you have a wild streak after all. But don't worry. I won't tell anyone. This'll be our dirty little secret.”

 

 

 

 

 

J
ulie and I had been best friends for a long time. We were on vacation together and had just come back from a day at the beach. We sat relaxing on our hotel-room balcony looking down at all the bodies lying on the sand.

We were discussing lesbians.

“Oh, come on now, Mary,” she said. “You're not trying to tell me you've never even thought about it.”

“I haven't,” I told her, and took a sip of my drink.

“Never?”

I shook my head.

“You're lying,” she persisted.

“I'm not.” I downed my drink. My cheeks were flushed not only from the liquor but from the drilling Julie was giving me.

“You're trying to tell me that not once during the whole time you were married, you and John never, ever talked about it?”

“Nope.”

“Never fantasized about a woman going down on you? Ever?”

“Er…well…um…”

“Yeah, that's what I thought,” she laughed.

The alcohol gave me the courage I needed. I was dying to tell her what I really wanted, so I thought,
Why not?
I could always blame the drinking if things went wrong.

“To tell you the truth…” I began hesitantly.

“Yeah! What?” Julie urged.

“I've always been kind of attracted to you,” I practically whispered.

“Oh, have you now? And what have you fantasized about?” She opened and closed her legs, giving me glimpses of the crotch of her panties.

I licked my lips, hoping I looked seductive enough. I knew how to flirt with guys but wasn't sure what would turn on a woman.

“I've wondered what it would be like being naked in front of you,” I told her. “To have you touch and caress me.” I couldn't believe I'd actually said it.

“There's only one way to find out.” She rose from her lounge chair and helped me stand up. She removed my bikini right there on the balcony where anyone could see us. “Is this how you thought it would be?” she said. “Standing naked before me with my fingers brushing against your breasts?”

“Oh, yes.” I giggled nervously as my nipples hardened under her stroking.

“Do you like me touching you? Does it make you feel hot and tingly when I touch you here? And what about there?”

Her hands moved from my breasts, over my hips, to my ass, which she grabbed, squeezing the cheeks as she pulled me gently toward her, her finger slipping into my crack to linger lightly on my hole.

“Oh, yes. That feels so good,” I told her, my pussy throbbing.

Julie's hands were all over me now. As they slipped over my mound and into my slit, my legs went weak and my knees buckled. She pushed me back into my lounge chair and stood in front of me as she slowly peeled off her bikini.

Her body was magnificent—her breasts full, her nipples dark, begging to be sucked. She had no hair at all on her pussy, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her slit. Her lips protruded slightly, glistening wet with desire.

She was so at ease with her body, and I envied that, the way she braced herself against the railing, not caring if anyone saw her. She turned to face the beach, giving anyone who might have been looking a bird's-eye view of her naked body in all its glory. Her sweet ass was right in front of me, begging for me to fondle it.

Turning back, Julie smiled as she knelt beside me to run her hands over my perky breasts, pinching my rigid nipples before moving down my stomach to my hairy mound, where she roughly knocked my knees apart so she could inspect me.

I watched as her fingers probed my lips, sliding in and out of the folds, fiddling with the rings I'd had pierced there. She hooked them into her fingers and gently pulled. My pussy gaped open and her nose sniffed delicately.

“Hmm, that's one gorgeous pussy you've got there,” she said, staring hard at me.

I didn't know what to say, so I just lay there with my legs open, the sun beating down on my naked pussy, warming me up—as if I wasn't already hot enough—and my juices began to flow.

“Can I lick you? Can I taste you?” she asked.

“Yes,” I breathed, dying to have her mouth on me.

“Oh, mmm,” she mumbled into my pussy. “You taste
sooooo
good.”

She pulled back, taking in my reaction, then ran her hands up over my tits, squeezing them together before continuing her licking. I watched as her tongue, wet with saliva, lavished me with caresses. Her nose brushed against my clit while she tweaked my nipples between her fingers.

“Oh, God. That's beautiful,” I moaned. “Just beautiful.”

“Look at how hard your nipples are. You like this, don't you?”

“Oh, yes. Squeeze them harder. Oh, yeah. Like that. Mmm. Harder.”

“Like this?”

“Oh, fuck. Yes.” I arched my back and thrust my breasts toward her as my body convulsed, an orgasm threatening to explode from me.

“You fucking horny bitch,” Julie said, as her fingers pushed their way inside my saturated pussy and her mouth latched onto my breast.

“Oh, that feels good…. Bite down. Harder. Oh, yeah, I like that. That's fucking fabulous.” I pushed my pelvis into her hand as she slammed in and out of me.

Never in my wildest dreams had I thought it would be this good. My clit throbbed like mad as she sucked and bit my nipple. I held her head firmly, my thighs clenching. Shaking uncontrollably, I kept her there as an orgasm rippled through me.

I was desperate now. I had to touch her, taste her, feel her—all of her—so I pulled her head up toward me. She withdrew her fingers, which dripped with my juices. She climbed up my body until her mouth was directly over mine, our breasts touching, our pelvises grinding against each other. She lowered her head to kiss me, my wetness smeared all over her face, the taste of me thick on her lips.

Her kiss had me reeling. Weak, I pushed her away from me, grabbing at her tits, my chest rising and falling as I breathed heavily. With my juices running down the inside of my thighs, I grabbed her, dragged her inside the room, and threw her on the bed.

Her legs opened, and I fell between them, enjoying my first taste of another woman. My head spun as I licked her hard, my tongue lapping at her, licking her clit, probing under the hood then flickering over her clit again. I pulled her into me, breathing in her scent, before my hands roamed upward to knead those luscious breasts.

“Oh, yeah. Squeeze my nipples,” she said. “I love it. Oh, yeah. Your tongue…that's great, just great.” Her knees tightened, holding me securely.

“Like that?” I whispered, wanting reassurance.

“That's perfect. Just perfect.”

Her hairless pussy tasted fantastic. I lapped at her lips, my tongue slipping in and out of the folds. With my tongue flat, I licked her hole then delved between the folds to find her clit, which I sucked into my mouth. I pulled her lips apart, pushed my fingers deep inside her, the warmth and scent of her pussy intoxicating me.

“I love it… You taste so good,” I said as I pulled back, my face wet with her hot juices.

“Kiss me,” Julie begged. “I want to taste myself in your mouth.”

“I can't get enough of you,” I told her, grabbing her tits and nipping the flesh with quick bites.

I kissed her hard, my tongue searching out hers, but I wanted more.

I turned her over and showered her with kisses, working my way down her spine until I came to the cleft of her asscheeks. I
ran my tongue over her hole and licked lazily over it. I hunkered down, pulling apart her cheeks and enjoying the feel of her puckered skin before inching in a finger.

“Oh, yes,” Julie sighed.