I guided my fingers into Cara’s open mouth, letting her tongue clean her wetness from my hand. She was so curious with her mouth, letting it trace all over me, and she gazed up at me the whole time like she was asking what I wanted her to do next. This kind of power was dizzying, and I could see how someone could get addicted to it. I could already feel myself sliding dangerously close to that direction.
I fucked her with the toy until I saw her body tremble and then release once more, the orgasm running through her like a rush of cool water on a hot day. I loved knowing that I was the one who had gotten her there, that I was the one who had pushed her to this helpless state of pleasure, just the way she had done with me the very first time I had woken up next to her. I could feel her pussy clamping around the toy, and I held it still inside of her, letting her take all the pleasure she could from it.
She gasped as I pulled it out, and lay her head back on the pillow to stare at the ceiling. Her eyes were a little glazed and distant, and her muscles were still trembling a little. I let myself sink beside her, and I stared at her as she came back down to Earth. I wanted to take in every single detail of this, the very first time I had made another woman come. I felt at once triumphant and a little thrilled that I had managed to do it my first time, even if it had been with the help of an amazing toy.
She slowly turned to look at me, a dreamy smile on her face.
"Well, hey," she murmured like she was seeing me for the first time. I pushed a strand of hair that had become stuck to her cheek from her face and smiled at her.
"Hey," I replied softly.
"Didn’t know you had that in you," she remarked. "Until you, uh … had it in me."
I giggled at her double-entendre. How was it that I could feel so satisfied from simply doing this to her? It didn’t make much sense, but that didn’t matter to me. All that mattered to me was the way she was looking at me like I was some gift she couldn’t believe she’d gotten to unwrap early.
"You want me to do you?” she asked.
I shook my head. "You catch your breath," I told her. "I need to go wash up, anyway."
And with that, I rolled out of bed, got to my feet, and padded through to the bathroom on my bare feet. I smiled at myself in the mirror. Did I look different? I could have sworn I looked different. Or maybe it was just that I felt like I was an entirely new person. A person who still had so much left to learn about herself yet.
Chapter 9
Keeper of secrets
"Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?" Cara asked as I lingered in the doorway to her apartment. Ever since I told her I had to get back home, her mouth had been downturned into almost a comedic sad face.
"I’m sure," I replied, and I meant it. I knew everyone back at the house would be starting to wonder where the hell I had managed to get myself off to. I had texted Donna to tell her I was staying with a friend, but they all knew I wasn’t exactly the biggest social butterfly in the world. I didn’t have much longer, I would have guessed before they sent out a missing person report for me to make sure that I hadn’t managed to stray too far.
"If you ever want to come back ..." she told me and squeezed my hand. I felt a little bad, just leaving her like this; I had enjoyed so much our time together, and I felt I had shared something really special with this girl. But still, I couldn’t just drop everything and spend the rest of my life in some lesbian love-nest. I needed to see what else the world had out there for me. I needed to see where else I could take my self-exploration.
"I know," I promised her. "And I will, if I ever get the chance, all right?”
With that, I kissed her goodbye and headed downstairs to the cab waiting for me. I knew I should have probably been a little more sentimental about the whole thing, but I wasn’t sure I had time for that. I liked Cara, of course, and I was grateful to her for showing me the ways of the world that went beyond what I had known before. But I was also curious about what else was out there. Especially when it came to the masculine side of things.
I had no idea what I was looking for in the man I wanted to take me for the first time. I didn’t know what I was going to do, or say, or how I was going to--no, I had no clue what it would look like when it happened. If it happened. It seemed as though I should have been able to find someone by now, and yet, I had nothing in the way of luck so far.
I arrived back at the house and slipped through the door, half-hoping that nobody was going to notice my return. I didn’t feel like explaining what I had been doing the last few days, not when it was all so confusing inside my head.
But, of course, that was just wishful thinking. Donna came bounding out of her room as soon as she heard me come through the door.
"Cindy!" she exclaimed. "There you are. Where have you been? We haven’t been able to get hold of you."
"I was spending some time with a friend," I replied, yawning.
She wiggled her eyebrows at me. "Just a friend, or ...”
"Yeah, just a friend," I lied. Things were complicated enough without having to explain myself to her.
"Man, it’s so good to have you back." She gave me a quick hug.
I glanced around, wondering if Thom was here. We hadn’t seen each other since … well, since we had so nearly gotten it on.
"Good to see you too," I replied, and I meant it. There was something nice about the familiar, especially after so much time with something--and someone--so new to me.
"Why don’t you come out back to the pool, cool off a little?” she suggested. "My boyfriend is here."
"Your boyfriend?" I was surprised. It was the first time I had heard her mention a boyfriend, and, given what we had gotten up to together, I just assumed she had been single.
She seemed to guess what was going through my mind, and she patted my arm and grinned at me.
"Don’t worry, he doesn’t mind if I go out and have a little fun with other people," she assured me. "In fact, I think he likes it. He’s all mine, though, I don’t like the thought of him with anyone else. It’s that simple."
"Well, okay, then," I agreed, and I headed through to the back to join them. Any excuse to stay out of the house and away from Thom. I didn’t much feel like seeing him or being questioned as to what the hell I had been up to while I had been away. I would never have gone out to that bar if it hadn’t been for our muted half-attempt, so I supposed I had something to thank him for.
"Hey!" an unfamiliar voice called to me as I stepped outside. I looked over and saw a man, a little older than us, half-sitting in the pool. He was wearing a pair of dark blue swimming trunks, that showed off his strong, toned body. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. I could see what Donna saw in him. After all this time with a woman, I craved someone as powerfully masculine as the man before me.
"Hey," I greeted him and felt a little flush run up my cheeks. He was checking me out, even I could tell by the way his eyes were skimming up and down my body. Donna might have been sure he only had eyes for her but I wasn’t quite so convinced.
"This is Mark, my boyfriend," Donna introduced the man before me. "We’ve been together for a couple of years now."