LipstickLeslee by Titania Leslee

lead”. Even as the first surges of the
orgasm were building, I hungered to taste her again, so I covered her pussy
with my open mouth and found her clitoris with my tongue. Her juices were
everywhere, all over my face, her inner thighs and overflowing onto her rectum.
With two fingers still sunk to the hilt inside her cunt, I circled her anus
with a third finger and then slid it inside her ass.
    Just being with a woman sexually was surreal enough for me,
but there was no describing the phenomenon of being physically and emotionally
connected to a female in this way. Give and take all at once, please and be
pleased, every orifice explored in some way. It was a never-ending circle that
made me so giddy I went wild on her. My arm tightened around her waist. I
clamped her head between my thighs and moved my hips in a dance similar to the
one I’d done on stage, forcing her to ass-fuck and pussy-fuck me deeper and
wilder. She mimicked my hip moves and we clung to each other, rocking and
licking ravenously, getting a rhythm going where we sang together with muffled
groans.
    For me, the orgasm was right there, gearing up for its final
eruption. For Leslee, I knew it had already started to barrel over her by the
stiffening of her body and her groans evolving into muted screams. I let her
ride the drug of it then removed my fingers from her holes and concentrated on
stimulating her clit more. Knowing I’d caused her this joy, coupled with her
thrashing frenzy, pushed me over the edge of insanity. The current of ecstasy
gripped me with such power I had one fleeting moment of worry that my body or
brain couldn’t take all the synapses firing, that I would pass out in the
middle of the bliss. My body twitched. I made some odd noise of a whimper
combined with a shriek, like an animal begging for more attention.
    Leslee’s legs relaxed—she must be down from her high now.
Her fingers slid out of me and she flicked her tongue in one final dance over
my clit. My orgasm reached its pinnacle, held for a long moment of level
madness then fell off in a gradual decline.
    My heart was pounding so hard I could feel my pulse beating
in my throat. I could barely breathe yet her woman’s scent surrounded me, and
her flavor clung to my tongue like potent whiskey.
    We lay that way for a good five minutes, cuddling each
other, cooing, massaging and kissing inner thighs, asses. Somewhere off in the
distance near the kitchen area of the open room, a cell phone rang.
    “Shit, sorry,” Leslee said, and untangled herself from my
limbs. “I need to get that. I’m expecting an important call.”
    I fielded a stab of disappointment and vague gloom washed
over me when she moved away. I pulled the blanket over me and curled into a
ball while she climbed from the bed. All I wanted to do was sleep now. I didn’t
want to think about what had just happened. While the excitement of it was
still raw, an unexpected stab of shame and confusion gripped me. I burrowed
deeper into the covers to ward off the room’s sudden chill that rushed over my
perspiring body.
    I heard Leslee answer the phone with an annoyed bark.
“Hello.” She paused. “Oh, hey, what’s going— What? ”
    Drowsiness, the need to forget what I’d just done and the
urge to hide from the world, slithered over me like a dark fog.
    I couldn’t relax. Something nagged at me.
    Cell phone, cell phone ¼
    I sat up ramrod straight and gasped. “Tom.” Oh my god, I’d
forgotten about my date with Tom. How could I have done that? I’d left my cell
phone in my car thinking I’d be in the bar talking to Leslee for just a few
minutes, but that was no excuse.
    I flipped the covers off and leaped from the bed.
    Leslee stood naked—crap, why’d she have to look so yummy?—with
the phone to her ear. Her jaw hung open. Her gaze was stuck to me like glue. A
mixture of emotions flitted across her face, astonishment, anger, jealousy. But
I didn’t have time to delve into what her problem was at