"That was really cool," I told her once I had gathered myself enough to speak.
She smiled at me. "You have no idea how hot it was watching you get yourself off like that." She kissed my shoulder, baring her teeth against my skin for a moment and making me giggle.
I liked it when she was a little rough with me. I had always associated roughness with men, but maybe I enjoyed it just as much when it came from the fairer sex.
The next day, after we’d had breakfast together, an idea pulsed in the back of my brain. I had wanted it ever since I had first seen her, I realized, but I had just been too nervous to come out and ask for it. But now, I was ready. Well, as ready as I was ever going to be.
We showered together, getting ourselves good and clean, and I touched her body with wonder as I went. She was so beautiful, and she was giving herself to me. It was beyond thrilling. I had never experienced anything like it in my life, not with the sheer power of the way she made me feel. I wanted to make her mine. I wanted her to belong to me, totally and utterly. I wanted to make sure she always remembered me, even if I had never done this with any other woman before.
As the hot water coursed over her body, it felt as though it was washing away the doubts I had been carrying around about the two of us. About my own sexuality. I knew I wanted her, there was no question in my mind, not any longer. How could there be, when it felt like we had been made to reflect each other in this way?
I guided her back toward the bed when we were done, taking control for once. All the other encounters I’d had, I allowed the people I had been with to control me, to be the ones who rolled the dice and played the game. It had been easier for me to disconnect from my guilt when I could pretend that I had nothing to do with it. Who? Me, no, I was just there when it was happening, that doesn’t count, does it?
But now I was so done with that. I was so done with carrying out the pointless heap of guilt that came whenever I engaged with someone in this way. I wanted to feel pleasure, real pleasure, but I wanted to give it, too, and I wasn’t going to be able to do that by just sitting back and playing dumb and acting like I had no clue what I was doing.
I pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her, and Cara gazed up at me with a smile on her face.
"Well, I didn’t know you had this in you," she remarked.
I leaned down to kiss her mouth, just once. She pushed her head back toward me, and it was clear she wanted more. The dizzying rush of power owned me for a moment, making my head spin. I had to take a deep breath to bring myself back down to Earth.
She reached up to caress my cheek and smiled. "You good?” she asked.
I nodded. I grasped her wrists and pushed them either side of her head. She was pliable beneath me, letting me act out this little fantasy on her. I was surprised by how easy it was to make this happen, how simple it had been to give in to the desires that burned inside me and take some control for a change. Ever since she had shown me how to pleasure myself properly, I felt like I had unleashed something inside of me. Something reckless and selfish, something that wanted to see Cara desperate with pleasure below me.
I sat back on top of her and reached for the box of toys where she had left them next to the bed. She gazed up at me, not taking her eyes from mine, and I loved the way her gaze made me feel. She was waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to her, and I had every intention of making it something … something special. Something that I knew she was never going to forget, not as long as she lived.
I grabbed a dildo from the box beside us. I had seen her use it on herself, and I had wanted to be the one in control of it for a long time, unable to shake the image of the way she trembled as she came from my mind.
The toy was hefty in my hand. It was long and thick and pink, and it had a couple of rabbit ears on the side that buzzed to life against her clit when it was inside of her. I glanced back down at her and found her gazing up at me with excitement. She was ready for this. I pushed the last of my doubts to the back of my mind, convincing myself that this was going to be just fine. Yes, I was still a little nervous about going through with it, but I could make this work. I just had to muster the confidence that being around her gave me, and remember that her body was like mine in so many ways.
"You want this inside of you?" I asked, and I was surprised to hear the tone to my voice--commanding and certain, leaving no room for debate. She bit her lip and nodded. I loved the way her eyes glinted in the light as she waited for me to give her what she needed so badly.
I moved my fingers between her legs, and I couldn’t help but gasp when I found the pool of wetness waiting for me between them. She was so slick and so soft, so smooth--she waxed down there, so she was completely bare, and it felt so different from what I was used to. She groaned and wriggled as I moved my fingers against her sweet little pussy. I grew emboldened, dipping my fingers downward, to her entrance. She was already soaked down there and I knew I could have slid the toy right on inside of her, but an idea crossed through my mind first. The toy was lying next to her on the pillow, close to her face, and I suddenly knew what I wanted to see.
"Open your mouth," I ordered her, and the sureness in my tone took me by surprise. She did as she was told, parting those sweet lips at once, and I moved the toy over her mouth and slipped it inside.
Seeing her like that reminded me of the sight of her with Jason’s cock in her mouth, and I couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure at the memory. She closed her eyes and widened her mouth, even more, telling me without words that she wanted me to push the toy in deeper. I did as I was told, and I marveled at the sight of it sliding down into her mouth. There was little resistance; it was clear she knew what she was doing. I moved my fingers against her clit, finding the smooth, slick nub and using it to coax her to go even further, even harder.
I wasn’t sure what it was about the sight of this woman with a cock in her mouth that did so much for me, but it felt like I was going to burst with the sheer delight of the scene. I had no idea that two women would even have use for a toy like this one when they were involved, but seeing her with it … yeah, now I got it. I moved the toy in and out of her mouth, getting it good and wet with her saliva before I withdrew it and moved it between her thighs.
"Open your legs," I commanded her. Even to my own ears, I sounded commanding. That was … that was new, for sure. I had never imagined myself being able to pull off something like this without finding even myself a little ridiculous, but the fact that she was just going along with everything was making it a lot easier to buy into, that was for sure.
She did as she was told, and I moved the toy between her pussy lips, and then slowly pushed it inside of her. The noise she made was something between a mewl and a groan of pleasure. I loved the sound of it escaping her lips. She looked so beautiful like that, her lips slightly parted, the wetness of her saliva still on her cheeks. I moved the toy deep inside of her, and it was as though I was sending the same sensations through my body. I gasped, and I clicked the vibrating section to life so that it would buzz against her clit.
"Oh, that feels so good," Cara groaned, and she lifted her hips from the bed and allowed me to get a little deeper inside her.
The irony of this moment wasn’t lost on me. I hadn’t been with a man myself, and yet here I was, using this dildo toy to fuck another woman. I moved it inside of her, closing my eyes and imagining how it would feel if I was the one on the receiving end of it. Even the thought of it was enough to get my blood pumping in my veins. I was so ready for this. I wanted this. I couldn’t wait until the day I finally got what I needed so badly, from a cock that wasn’t plastic but real--flesh and blood and fucking me until I couldn’t take any more.