Sexy Times Ensue

A thorny Thursday Short Story

Photo by Nina Hill on Unsplash

Joseph L. Wiess

The sheets smelled like a deli and Brook felt sticky when she touched her arms, but the pain had subsided. Was there something wet against her back? That was strange. She rolled over to find Christy staring at her, with her blonde hair wet and hanging in her eyes.

“Maybe it’s not as bad as we thought? The sunburns I mean. I already took a shower I didn’t want to wake you...” Christy’s voice was low and sexy, “but now I’m having second thoughts.”

“Good morning sunshine,” Brook said. She moved a strand of hair behind Christy’s ear. “I guess I should wash off too, I’ll be right back.”

Brook had some rather tantalizing thoughts of her own but she didn’t want to rush things. She didn’t dare kiss her, or she’d never stop. She ran to the bathroom, took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. Her Sunday was starting fantastic. She had a body to explore and Christy had one to die for. Brook grabbed the bottle of baby-oil as she tried to slow her breathing in her excitement to begin her adventuresome morning. She hummed what most people thought was the Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star song as she hurried to slip back under the covers.

Christy looked up at her. “You’re in a good mood this morning!”

“When I have a beautiful girl in my bed you bet I’m in a good mood.” Brook set the bottle of oil on the night stand then turned back to Christy. “I have a feeling this is going to be a great day.”

Christy kissed her good morning. “Mmmm,” she moaned as she began to take the kissed deeper.

Brook reluctantly pulled away. “I do believe the spearmint is an improvement over pickle juice.”

When Christy feathered her fingers down an arm. Brooks’ nerves tingled. She involuntarily shivered.

“Are you cold?” Christy asked. “I can turn off the fan.” She didn’t wait for an answer and jumped up from the bed, jogged over to the circulating fan in front of the air-conditioner.

Brook admired the cute, firm, bottom that didn’t even jiggle. When she turned around to rejoin her in bed Brook glanced down to the mound of dark hair at Christy’s crotch.

“So now you know my secret.” Christy confessed, “I’m not a natural blonde.” She scampered back under the sheet. “Are you disappointed?”

Brook laughed and reached for the oil. “Hardly. With a body like yours, I wouldn’t care if your hair was purple.”

Christy grinned back at her and took hold of Brooks C sized breasts cupped them and squeezed gently. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

As much as Brook liked where this was leading she stopped Christy. “I think we better be sure about the sunburns. Let me give you a message. We’ve got all day and I plan to take advantage of that.”

“Okay, I’m game.” Christy rolled onto her stomach.

Brook got on her knees and straddled Christy’s firm little butt. She applied oil down the center of her back and began rubbing. The smoothness of Christy’s skin was heaven under her hands. She could feel the tightness of the muscular frame and continued kneading until the tension seemed to melt away.

“Gosh,” Christy sighed. “You have magical hands.”

“The magic is only beginning.” Brook chuckled then lay on top of Christy and slid against her slick oily backside. Nothing like a full body massage.

“Can I turn over now? Do my front.”

“Your wish is my command.” Brook would be a genie, and grant her every wish. She sat up again and watched Christy turnover. The color of her skin where she’d been red the night before had faded. While Brook applied oil along Christy’s collarbone she took in the view. Pert nipples had turned into hard pebbles and showed she enjoyed each touch.

“Ummm that’s nice,” Christy sighed.

“It gets nicer, I promise.” Brook followed a drip of oil with her tongue. She bent to nibble on one of Christy’s nipples taking it into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. She began to suck.

“You certainly… keep… your word.” Her heartbeat had quickened and she seemed to have difficultly talking. Christy hands on her shoulders guided Brook without any words. She went willingly to the other nipple. She circled the areola licking it into a tight frenzy. “We mustn’t play favorites,” She said before she tugged at it lightly with her teeth.

Christy squirmed beneath her.

“Just a second.” Brook threw the sheet off of the bed.

Christy had a questioning look on her face.

Brook squirted more oil into her palms and began her way down Christy’s torso following the lines of her abdominal muscles with her pushing gently with her hands. When she bent to follow some drips with her tongue from Christy’s cleavage, she arched her back as Brook got nearer to her crotch. When Brook felt the wetness of Christy’s bush of hair she hummed against her clitoris with her mouth.

Christy jerked in response. “Go on…” Christy begged. She wove her fingers into Brook’s hair and pressed her head against her wetness. “I ache for you, go in.”

“Your wish is …”

“Now!” Christy said.

Brook inserted her index finger and found Christy drenched. She loved this part of exploring a new partner. She wiggled her finger deeper into Christy’s opening and made more room. She began her ritual of writing the alphabet, and resumed humming the melody.

At C, Christy moaned as Brook slipped in another finger. Another “Ohhh”, sound came from Christy as Brook drew a big G. She couldn’t wait to get to the letters O and Q.

“Yes, yes!” Christy shouted.

But when Brook got to S, Christy’s muscles tightened around her hand. She wove her fingers into Brook’s hair and pressed her head firmly against her crotch.

Brook took the opportunity to add a lick to Christy’s clitorises then began to suck.

Christy let go of Brooks head and hit the bed with her hand.

Brook raised her head to watch the show.

Christy thrashed about as Brooks fingers became trapped in the throes of passion. She could feel walls of the tight vagina spasm as Christy’s mouth opened.

“I’m still… cumming. Oh…My…Word!” Christy’s’ mouth was agape when she finally closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath.

Brook wasn’t about to pull out. She had another idea about words.

Christy had gone limp. She looked like she’d need time to recover. She opened her eyes, grinned down at her and waved.

Brook wasn’t even close to being finished. She wanted to try all the lower case letters. What would Christy’s reactions be when she crossed all the t’s and dotted the i’s and j’s?

Somewhere in the neighborhood church bells chimed….

Brook withdrew her hand and sat up.

Christy was a melted, spent lump on her bed.

Disappointment filled Brooks thoughts. She’d have to try Mississippi later.