Imperfect Beauty

She sucked my tongue hungrily, reveling in her own taste. I could feel another gush of excitement down below as my come drenched tongue touched her own. She sucked my tongue into her mouth as though it were a man's cock, performing her oral delights with enthusiasm. My own pussy was drenched now and begging for attention.

I broke the kiss to tear off my clothes, wiggling out of a pair of overalls and a plain t-shirt. I had no bra on, as I sometimes feel more comfortable without one when I'm painting. My bikini cut underwear where simple and unglamorous and I tossed them aside without much thought. As soon as my clothes were out of the way, Zoë pounced back onto my mouth with a ferociousness that took me by surprise.

I slid her inexperienced hand down between my legs and she quickly figured out what to do. She stroked my wet folds as I had stroked hers, encouraging my already copious flow of lubrication. I slid my hand back into her and we continued to manually stimulate each other for some time while she licked and sucked at my tongue.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" I asked her as she nuzzled my sensitive neck area.

"How did you know!" she gasped. "Have I done something wrong?"

"No my dear, you've done everything right."

"But I can't- what if I can't-" there was a tear and a catch in her voice. I knew I had to make it go away.

"You will," I assured her, brushing her damp bangs from her face. "I am very patient. You just relax and it will happen. I want you to enjoy yourself, that's what's most important, ok?"

"Oh, I am! I really am. Nicole, you are amazing. I've been wanting this for so long. But I was afraid."

She had been wanting me too, all this time. The thought filled me with tenderness and deepened my desire. This amazing girl had wanted me. It was not my imagination or wishful thinking. I had not pushed her into anything she wasn't ready for, I hadn't influenced her to do something she didn't want. There was relief, there was pride, and there was determination. I would make her come if it took the rest of my life. In fact, I didn't mind spending the rest of my life like this, wrapped up in each others arms, bringing untold pleasures to each other for all eternity. In fact it sounded like heaven to me.

"You don't need to be afraid anymore," I told her. "I'll take care of you."

"Can I- I mean…"

"What is it? You can ask me anything."

"That taste of myself, on your lips. It was like nothing I've ever tasted before. It was such a turn on."

"I know," I told her with a smile.

"Could I- you know?" she asked nodding down at my lap.

"Of course darling. I would love that."

"Love," she whispered with a hint of a shy smile."

"We can talk about that later."

"Of course, now lay back sweet heart."

She called me sweet heart, and she wanted to taste me, to lick my pussy like I had done to her. The girl could not stop amazing me I thought as I did as she told me, and leaned back with a smile on my face.

"Oooh!" I gasped as she licked me experimentally. I noticed she stopped to explore the taste.

"Your sweeter than me," she told me.

"You'll have to share with me later, so I can judge that for myself," I told her.

She laughed, "You naughty little vixen."

"Yes I a-A-A-AM!" I gasp as she descended on me disentrance. "Oh Goh-od! Oh yeah, Oh, Oh, Oh!" It was my turn to thrash my head back and forth as she slid her wet tongue into my intimate folds. Her method was more exploratory than mine, tracing over my lips and burrowing into the vallies and folds of the inner and outer labia. She hit my clitoris, on accident I think, for she seemed as surprised as I was. I howled and begged her to do it again.

"Oh no," she said laughing. "You teased me, now I am going to tease you." She licked again at my lips then latched on, sucking and nuzzling my tender wet folds.

"Mmmh, ahhh, ahhh, mmmh, yeah," I moaned, I couldn't believe how amazing it felt and then she used her nose to nuzzle my clit while she held my pussy lips firmly in her mouth and shook her head back and forth.

"God! Yes! Oh God, please Zoë, don't stop, please!"

Zoë kept going, stimulating my entire pussy with just her mouth and her nose. I could feel myself drawing closer and I was afraid that she would stop as I had when I had brought her near."

"God Zoë, yes,. Make me come, please. Make me come all night sweet heart. I'm so close. Please don't stop." I gasped the words out as best I could, and she held on even tighter as if to assure me that she was going to see me through.

"Zoë, god yes, god yes. Oh fuck baby, fuck I'm coming, I'm coming!" My hips bucked up into her face as she vigorously gave me her amazing oral treatment. I could feel my body coil and tense and then it washed over me. It was hard and strong and I could feel my liquids gushing up to her face. My body shook through an orgasm that seemed to last forever. Zoë switched to lapping up my flowing juices, I couldn't believe how wild she had become. She seemed starved for my the taste of me.

"Yeah, baby, that's it," she told me as she lapped up the last of my extra juices. "Mmm, you taste so sweet."

"Let me taste it girl, let me lick your lips you sexy little kitten."

"Meow!" sassed as she pulled me up and brought her lips to mine. I had tasted my own juices before, and she was right, they were very sweet today. Sweeter than they had ever been before to my knowledge. Maybe it was her, that I had wanted her so bad for so long. Maybe it was just luck, but now I hungrily sucked my flavor from her tongue like she had taught me.

I could feel my heat growing again as she groaned into my mouth. I was relentless, refusing to let her go until I had sucked it clean. She seemed to enjoy it even more than I had enjoyed her doing the same thing to me, and I wondered if I could make her come by sucking her tongue. The noises she was making while I held her tongue captive encouraged me to continue trying.

She pressed herself into me, grinding her body up and down over mine. I decided it was time for some clit to clit action. I broke the suction on her mouth and showed her how to over lap our legs so that our clit's could come into contact. I put my hands down behind me and bucked into her. She followed suit, banging her clit into my. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "I always wondered what two women did together!"

"Well, now you know," I told her gleefully. "Wait, I want to show you something."

She stopped her action and I pressed my pussy up to hers. "Ok, now just rub," I instructed. We rubbed out clit's over one another, together, reveling in the pleasure. Our pussies were wet again and we slid around haphazardly over one another making sloppy sloshing noises with our horny bodies. It felt fantastic, but for a moment I felt a surge of penis envy as I wished that I could really fuck her, push my self into Zoë's warm waiting pussy and shoot real seed into her womb. It was illogical, but with Zoë, nothing was logical anymore. She made me want to be everything, to experience her from every point of view, to take her, to give her pleaser to force her into submission to be her slave. I wanted to be her everything and to be everything to her.

I would have to buy a good strap-on, I told myself, although it wouldn't be the same. But for now, all I had was my own very feminine body to pleasure her with and she seemed to be very satisfied by what I had offered so far. Funny how I wanted to protect her, and yet I wanted to do every dirty imaginable thing to her too. I wondered if she felt the same way, or thought these same strange thoughts.

I grabbed her ankle and ground my pussy into hers, then humped her slightly and ground her again. Clit to clit I found every way possible to stimulate her, keeping us in close constant contact. She moaned and mewed and whimpered, but still did not come. I thought that I might not be able to hold out, but I found myself unwilling or unable to climax again until I could bring her the same pleaser.

"69," I told her.

Her eyes gleamed. "I thought you'd never ask." She crawled down beneath me, spreading her legs with her knees up. I positioned my pussy over her mouth and she hungrily attacked me once more. I carefully separated her pussy lips and brushed aside her soft matt of pubic fuzz to gain clear access with my tongue.

We feasted on each other with abandon. As I held myself up on my legs, I bent down into this beautiful goddess's golden pussy savoring the taste and the experience. I was determined now to bring her to a hard crashing climax, to make her first experience with a woman wonderful and perfect. Yet, she seemed almost determined not to come. The little vixen's legs suddenly snaked up around my waist. She locked her feet behind me and lifted her pussy in a lock on my face. Before I knew what was going on, she rolled- forcefully- I would never have guessed that the little fox had that much strength, but she forcefully rolled me onto my back. Only then did she loosen up the hold of her warm wet mound from my lips.

Now on my back, I thrust my tongue up inside of her, causing her to let out an unearthly scream. I held her ass in my hands, pulling her to my face like a melon ripe for the eating, and licked her sweet juices free from the soft pulp.

Quite suddenly, I felt her body stiffen above me, and I sensed this time was different. Her breathing pattern changed to sharp and shallow panting and she was trying to say something, but having quite difficulty.

"Ma-ma-my-" And then there was only panting and moaning in place of words. "a-a-a, my ass," I thought I heard her say. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into my face. She thrashed around moaning yes, yes, yes, and then added "put your- finger in me." I slid my finger back up to the opening of her slit but she wiggled away. "No," she said attempting to redirect my hand. I finally understood, and coated my finger with saliva before pressing it against her resistant puckered opening.

I pressed my finger in, slowly until I found myself buried knuckle deep in her tight little ass, and then slid my finger in and out of her steadily. Almost immediately she started screaming that she was coming. Her body when stiff, I felt for a minute as though I was trapped between her thighs, slowly being suffocated but for some reason, it still felt good, like a head rush. And then she was convulsing and thrashing as her orgasm hit her with the force of a hurricane. She collapsed on top of me, releasing my head from it's prison and I rolled her over easily.

For a few minutes, it was as though she were catatonic. She lay perfectly still, not blinking, barely breathing. "Zoë?" I called tentatively. "Are you ok."

"Perfect," she sighed. She didn't say perfect and then sigh, but said the word as if it were a breath. And then I saw a tiny smile form on her perfect and beautiful face. I laid down next to her on my back, and we held hands and looked up at the ceiling together for a long time before either of us moved.

Nine years had passed between the night we first made love, and that night at the bar. A lot had happened and a lot of questions that I thought had been answered, apparently were not. Now, the energy in the room was filled with tension, excitement, and suspense. But there was no way for the two of us to cut through time and space and say the things that needed to be said. The game had to be played. The rest would have to wait.

I chalked my stick while Zoë racked up the balls. The game was about to begin.

The game ended up being a long drawn out affair. It was agonizing. Zoë, that little vixen, had realized that something was going on with me and decided to tease the hell out of me. She was constantly leaning over the table as far forward as she possibly could, giving me a full look down her blouse. I gave it back the best I could, bending way over so that my skirt rode up, giving Zoë and the guys a good eyeful.

When walking past me, Zoë made a point to stand as close as possible, and to squeeze between me and the table, either coming within millimeters of me without touching me, or other times pressing against me as if by accident. The worst of it was that she absolutely refused to meet my eyes. I couldn't telegraph to her my frustration, I couldn't chastise her for toying with my affections. I couldn't do anything, really. All I could do is play through the game and be patient.

But I am not patient! Being patient sucks and I'm no good at it. I would rather live through biblical plagues than have to wait, but I wasn't offered the opportunity. I was just going to have to suffer. Naturally, my head wasn't in the game. She won.

She grabbed my hand as soon as I put down my cue-stick and dragged me out to the dance floor. "I need to talk to you!" I shouted over the music.

"Later," she insisted. "I've got to dance!"

The song, "I want you to want me," was blaring onto the dance floor, and my pretty little vixen was shimmering all over the place to the thumping rhythms. The way she moved was not a slinky, trying to be sexy manner, but a manner that showed me that she had a lot of bottled up energy that just had to get out. Her forehead was drenched with sweat in a matter of minutes, and it did nothing but add to her sex appeal.

The song came to an end, and I decided to take matters into my own hands. This time, I grabbed hold of her and dragged her off the dance floor, leaving her know choice but to follow. "I need to talk to you NOW!" I shouted over the blaring dance music.

There was no where to go, so I pulled her into the bathroom. Luckily, it was deserted.

"Something happened out there," I told her. "Between us."

"I know," she said solemnly.

"I didn't know that I still felt this strongly about you. I-"

She covered my mouth with hers. It was a crushing kiss, more enthusiastic than my own would have been. I steadied myself on the sink and gasped for breath when she broke for just one merciful minute.

"You- you feel it too?" I asked hopefully.

A nod, a smile, another crushing kiss. Our hands where busy now, tearing at each others clothes, trying to get as close as we could to a zippered bang as we edged our way into a stall. Zoë, usually the more submissive one of us, pressed me very aggressively against the wall and slid a hand up my skirt to fondle me with equal ferocity.

My hands grabbed at Zoë, squeezing at her body and tugging at her clothing. We were like two teenagers in lust. We frisked around in the small space, breathing heavily and groping at each other desperately. I still didn't have any answers, but I needed to have her. I was overwhelmed with desire.

She pushed two fingers up inside of me, and I pushed mine into her. We frigged each other standing up, smothering each other with our mouths to muffle the sounds of pleasure that were so hard to contain. We bounced back and forth from one wall in the small container to the other and back. There was no thought to the danger of getting caught, the only thing that mattered was getting each other off. I, at least, had to get some release. And she seemed eager to take me in as many ways as possible in so small a space. Sweat beaded on my forehead, condensed and rolled down my face. The temperature was rising, my climax was nearing, it wouldn't take long.

The time when Zoë needed what seemed like years of stimulation to climax had passed, it had been a big thing that we had worked on in our sexual relationship. It was a good thing, because this encounter was definitely meant to be a quickie. And we managed to get each other off pretty quickly.

:"Oh yeah baby, make Zoë come on your fingers," she growled. "Give me that pussy juice, baby. I wanna feel it gush all over my fingers."

"Oh-OH-Ohhhh!" I felt it role over me, hard and satisfying and wild. She cried out in unison and we came together, right there in the club's bathroom stall. I could feel her liquids gush out onto my fingers, and my own did the same on hers. We withdrew our fingers and fed each other the sweet honey comb stickiness of our girl-come.

"You make me so horny, girl," I told her honestly.

"Mmm," she replied, sucking my fingers lovingly. "I've missed your hot little bod."

I laughed at our shared joke.

"Listen Nicole. I know we need to talk- but let's not ruin tonight. It can wait. And don't worry, I'm not putting any kind of strings on you or anything like that. I want you to have fun with this guy Chase tonight. I can tell he's really into you."

"You know, I was thinking- if you were into it, and he was into it- well, you know, are you into it?" Now it was my turn to be bashful which was unusual for me. The girl had a power over me, I just didn't know what to do. Suddenly I'm as helpless as a kitten when she is near.

"Are you sure- you could have him all to yourself you know."

"Yeah, but I think it would be more fun for everybody. I'm feeling really wild tonight."

"I'd never guess," she joked, looking around the small space. We both laughed lightly.

"He'll say yes, I'm sure of it," I predicted. "Who could say no to fucking you?"

But when we got out to the bar, I felt uncertain about how to approach him about it. Most guys are really psyched by an offer like that, but every now and then you meet a religious guy who's repulsed that you would ask. What if he was the second type? I was on cloud nine, and I didn't want to do anything that would knock me down.

I decided to wait until he took us home. Maybe the right words would arrive as I needed them. I spent a lot of time being openly suggestive with Zoë, freaking with her on the dance floor and being friendly with her in front of Chase to gauge his reaction. When it was time to go, he still hadn't freaked so I thought things were going ok.

I wasn't wrong, he definitely turned out to be the second kind of guy. But I don't want to get into that now, because the point of this story isn't just to give a list of my sexual exploits. There are enough of those stories around if that's what you want. And there's plenty of sex in this book too, don't you worry about that. I can pretty much guarantee that you won't be finding a copy of this on the shelf at your local Christian book store. Not that there's anything wrong with Christians or there book stores either, but I digress.

The thing that I had nearly forgotten was that what I told my mother on the phone was only half a lie. I really did have a meeting with a guy from a gallery, just not that day, but the next- Saturday. Lucky for me it wasn't until two, so even though I has slept till noon, I had (barely) enough time to pull my hung over, sex rumpled self together and get my ass to my appointment on time, and (hopefully) looking at least semi-professional.

The man's name was Guy, and he was about 65, with short silvery gray hair. He was very handsome and sophisticated, but unfortunately for me, I could tell within moments that he was gay. Maybe at a later date, I could introduce him to Glen, if he wasn't already involved with someone else.

Anyway, if Guy noticed anything was off, it didn't show. He seemed impressed by me and my work. He wanted to put three of my paintings up in an exhibit called "Flights of Fantasy" which was going to be showing for about three weeks, depending on the reception. He wasn't going to buy them, but if they sold, we would share the profit 30% for him, 70% for me. He didn't really expect them to sell, because type of showing usually generated more lookers than buyers, but the exposure would be good for me.

He told me to price them however I wanted, so I put $100 on them each, thinking that was pretty high. Just in case, I took photo's of them and put them in my portfolio with the label, "Old Town Gallery. Exhibit: Flights of Fantasy. Price $100 each." and the date. Weather they sold or not, my portfolio was important both to document my progress, and to show other galleries or clients what I could do and had done.