Nothing but a Fling: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

“Ready to do what I say?” Megan whispered before again nipping the earlobe.

“Yes,” Vanessa murmured.

“Are you wet?”

“Very.”

“Good,” Megan said softly. “Now, reach down and put two fingers inside yourself. Not one. Two.”

Oh God, yes!

Vanessa reached her trembling right hand under the band of her skirt and then under the band of her panties. She gasped when she reached her wetness.

Soaked!

She gasped again as she felt how easily her middle and ring fingers slid inside, her palm resting against her clit. Automatically, out of habit, she started stroking the fingers in and out, but Megan suddenly grabbed Vanessa’s wrist, stopping her.

“No. I didn’t say move them. Did I say move them?”

If Megan kept talking like that, Vanessa wouldn’t be able to stop moving them.

“No, you didn’t,” she moaned.

“Keep them in there until I say. And don’t you dare fucking come.”

“I’m so close already,” Vanessa confessed.

“You won’t be so close if I send you home, will you?”

Vanessa’s eyes went wide. She sucked in an audible gasp of air.

She wouldn’t do that! Would she?

But Megan’s eyes were just daring Vanessa to challenge her, and Vanessa then knew Megan wasn’t kidding. In all honesty, it wasn’t helping bring Vanessa back from the brink of what was building up to be a massive orgasm.

Vanessa’s mouth was then covered by Megan’s in a long kiss with probing tongues. All the while, Vanessa concentrated on keeping her fingers still, even though her center was clutching at them, insisting on action.

“Pull them out,” Megan finally ordered when the kiss broke. “Let me have them.”

Vanessa obeyed, withdrawing her fingers from her center and from beneath her clothes. Megan took possession of Vanessa’s hand and stared at the two fingers, shiny with Vanessa’s arousal. Then Megan brought the fingers to her mouth and set to work sucking them clean.

“Oh, my fucking God!” Vanessa whimpered, watching her fingers disappear in Megan’s mouth, feeling Megan’s tongue swipe against them, thoroughly cleansing them of Vanessa’s essence. Megan moaned as she worked.

“Oh my God,” Vanessa whimpered again, feeling herself lose grip on reality.

Finally, Megan withdrew the fingers.

“So that’s what I have to look forward to tasting,” she murmured, licking some stray Vanessa from her lips.

Quickly, Megan got up off the couch and stood. She took Vanessa’s hand.

“I need you upstairs. Now.”

Vanessa could barely stand, her knees were so weak, but mostly through the force of Megan pulling her she managed the stairs and then let Megan continue pulling her until they reached the bedroom.

Inside, Megan wasted no time.

“Take off your shirt,” she commanded, and when Vanessa had lifted the tank off, Megan pulled her in for a kiss while simultaneously yanking Vanessa’s skirt down past her hips. Vanessa stepped out of the garment as soon as it fell to her ankles. Then, she started to pull down her panties but again Megan grabbed her wrist, pulled away from their kiss and stared at Vanessa.