“Fuck! Fuck!”
Morgan’s hips bucked and her back arched as she cried out at the orgasm shooting through her. Her pussy convulsed, squeezing out more of the warm arousal that ran down from her opening to land on the bedsheets, while her hand, nothing but a blur now, continued rubbing her clit until finally she had to stop, collapsing back onto the mattress and moaning one last time as a late shockwave of pleasure roiled through her core.
Morgan lay there for several minutes, breathing heavily, coming down from the high. Eventually, the momentousness of what had just happened entered her mind: For the first time in her life, she had had a toe-curling orgasm while thinking about a woman. And her body was telling her there was another climax nearby also, demanding to be released.
Morgan started pressing her clit firmly again with her middle finger. Her back arched slightly as that second orgasm started coming forward. She moaned and her eyes were squeezed shut. She felt fingers enter her. They were her own but that’s not what her super-aroused brain told her. They were Chloë’s. Fingers with chipped nail polish on short nails. Fingers that were taking possession of her from the inside, and she was so wet that every time the fingers moved there was a soft sucking sound.
And she came again, even harder this time, her pussy clutching her fingers, her back arching again, her toes curling once more.
“Oh my fucking God!” she screamed as she surrendered to it.
***
Morgan awoke later than normal the next morning, even for a Saturday, and found a text from Naomi waiting for her. Naomi was offering to cook Morgan lunch and was also inviting her to come grocery shopping for ingredients. Naomi was a superb chef and so Morgan fired off a text accepting the invite and then decided to limit her breakfast to yogurt and sliced apples so she’d have more of an appetite come lunchtime.
“I’m in a Greek phase now when it comes to cooking,” Naomi said a couple of hours later when she and Morgan were in one of Carlsbad’s high-end grocery stores. She added a container of kalamata olives to the other items in the shopping cart which included lamb, greens, a carefully selected loaf of flatbread and a variety of spices.
“Okay, that’s it,” Naomi stated. “Let’s check out.”
At the cashier station, Naomi had just started putting the groceries on the conveyer belt when Morgan blurted out, “I kissed Chloë last night.”
Suddenly, Morgan’s arm was grabbed and she was being pulled towards the exit.
“What about the groceries?” Morgan asked, looking back at the cashier station where Naomi had left not only the groceries but a very confused cashier watching them leave.
“Never mind that shit,” Naomi insisted, still pulling Morgan. Once they were outside, Naomi led them to a bench that was in front of a Romanesque fountain.
“Oh my God, tell me everything!” Naomi instructed once they had sat down.
Morgan related the events of the previous night. Knowing Naomi appreciated a good story, she made sure to start at the beginning, with Chloë’s offer to help Morgan build the Ikea furniture.
“We had just finished the first one—”
“Which one?” Naomi asked.
“That glass cabinet thing.”
“Ooh!” Naomi exclaimed giddily.
“Anyway, then I kissed her,” Morgan added. The next bit was harder to explain, though she gave it a try. How the urge to kiss Chloë had been building inside her since Chloë had arrived and how, when that moment came, Morgan had felt helpless against it.
“I felt like I was surrendering to something,” she told Naomi. “And it didn’t help that I could sense how much Chloë wanted to kiss me as well. And how much knowing that excited me.”
“Wow, Morgan!”
Morgan continued, giving Naomi every detail, from how it felt to kiss a woman for the first time, to what was said between her and Chloë afterwards, to how the second kiss came about…
“There was a second kiss?” Naomi practically screamed in excitement. “You slut!”
“Would you keep it down!” Morgan pleaded.
“You are no longer allowed to come to the coffee tasting club! Not if you’re going to steal all the cute available lesbians.”
“Oh, shut up! Besides, you have a girlfriend now.”
Naomi scoffed.
“I went on one date with the woman! We’re not calling U-Haul yet.”