Ariana Moves On Chapter 2

The Chicago Sky is a WNBA team. This story is complete fiction.

Ariana Moves On -2-

"Man, I'm so jacked right now, I'll never get to sleep," said Katie. "You want to watch a little TV, and then go to bed?"

"Or talk," said Ari. "Your choice, you gatherer of coach's compliments, you star of the WNBA."

"Or both," said Katie. "I'll turn on the TV but keep it low."

"I saw you, where you were sitting," said Katie. "You were right across from me."

"It wasn't exactly a sellout crowd," said Ari. "I enjoyed sitting be myself. I could just look at you."

"You were pretty distracting," said Katie. "But just so you know, the WNBA is a work in progress."

"That's all right. Family atmosphere. Hey, I got a pic of your first WNBA points," said Ari. "The team has a photographer and she is going to email me the pic. I don't want to spoil it, other than to say it's really cool. She'll send it to me within a week, after I sign a release form. I hope you'll like it."

"I'm sure it will blow me away," said Katie. "The actual shot was cool, a floater over their center. I'm proud of that. And, proud of you baby. You're a go-getter."

"Get out of here," said Ari. "Tonight, it was all about you. I'm going to come to every home game. So much fun."

"But seriously, I don't think I would have thought of that," said Katie. "In fact, I didn't think of it. I can't wait to see it."

"You know, I'm suddenly tired," said Katie. "I think I'll brush my teeth and go to bed. To sleep. Are you going to stay up for a while?"

"I was," said Ari. "I'll change into my PJ's first though."

Ari sat alone in the dark, with a glass of Jameson's Black Barrel whisky and one large ice cube. Today was a whirlwind, and she finally had a chance to sit and think.

It came to her, like a thief in the night. Katie had been unfaithful to her in the hazing, and during her years at UCLA. Women can get away with it. Katie was an Alpha girl, someone who is on top of every situation, who takes what she wants. Someone who would have their cake, and eat it too. All the time with her teammates, in the locker room, on road trips.

She was distracted by her interaction with the Sky's photographer. Ari dreamed of her body that was so delicately under her perfect outfit. She wanted to text her, even at the late hour. Sandra seemed so pleasant, so willing to help out. She was so thin, and so fucking beautiful. Ari's had slipped under her jeans, under her Victoria Secrets, to her glorious shaven pussy. Ahh. Ohh. Uhh. She was absolutely quiet; Katie was asleep down the hall. Ahh.

She rubbed out an orgasm quickly, then brought Sandra's contact information up oh her phone.

*****

Ari was staring at her phone number and email for ten minutes. "Fuck it," she thought. She texted Sandra...

Ari: Hello Sandra. You awake. [After a minute, Sandra responded.]

Sandra: Ariana, is that you?

Ari: It is. I was just wondering what you're doing?

Sandra: Well, I'm a little naughty. I was masturbating.

Ari: So was I and it was so good. I forgot to ask

if you go to the away games.

Sandra: Not normally. There are two scheduled for me to attend in July.

Of course, the playoffs are a different story.

Ari: They're flying to the Coast the day after tomorrow. Thursday.

Sandra: You want to get together?

Ari: I'd really like that.

Sandra: How about my place. I love to cook.

Ari: I love to eat.

Sandra: Any food allergies? Say, what's your favorite cuisine.

Ari: No. Love Italian, Some French.

Sandra: I'll make some lasagna...

Ari: Super. I'll bring the wine.

Sandra: Thursday for dinner then, about 6.

Ari: Hey that works great.

Sandra: And hey, do you think you'll want to spend the night

Ari: [she didn't answer right away] I'd like that, yes.

Sandra: It's a date. See you Thursday at 6 then?

Ari: Book it. I'll be there and I'll be hungry.

Sandra: OK see you...xoxox

Ari: By bye, sweety xoxox. I'll be thinking about you!

Fuck, she did it. She made a date; she could always make dates back in the day. She was not even going to give Katie a chance to defend herself. She wasn't too sure how she felt, but she didn't give a damn. That hazing thing had stuck with her. And Sandra is hot as fuck. They'd have beautiful children...she was getting ahead of herself. She knew it and loved it. She took a deep breath to calm down, but was so excited she peed her pants.

*****

"Hello Sandra, it me, Ariana," said Ariana into the intercom.

"Hi there," said Sandra. "It's 303." Sandra buzzed her in.

Ariana was dressed in Tommy Hilfiger red and white. She looked gorgeous, like she was a super model stepping out of the television and into your living room. She had her brown Louis Vuitton purse with her toothbrush and a pad.

When she got to the door of condo #303 there was Sandra to greet her, dressed to kill. Sandra had on a light blue tennis skirt and Tommy red polo shirt. A gold necklace with matching earrings. She looked like she was going to a high-end tennis club.

Suddenly Ari had flashbacks to her piano lessons six plus years prior. Suzanne was in condo #303. She took that as a good sign.

"Well, hello there, what can I do for you, you sex goddess," said Sandra. She was holding the door open, with her right arm extending along the vertical edge of the door, looking so gorgeous, so sexy. "I can see we have similar tastes in clothing. Come here you."

And they stood making out in the doorway, hands going everywhere: back of the head, neck, the backs, the (perfect) butts. These babies were seriously in lust, and Ariana surrendered to the moment, and breathed deeply Sandra's Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium- a scent that Ariana would come to love on her.

Ariana had finished her toilet with Chanel Chance Eau Tendre, a scent that she had recently stumbled up at Ulta, and literally melted when she tested it. Sandra had a visceral reaction to it scent, causing her to ask Ariana,

"Pray, do tell me what scent you're wearing," said Sandra. "I've got to get some."

"It's Chanel, Chance Eau Tendre," said Ariana quietly. "It suits me."

"I can see a road trip to Ulta in our future. Come in, come in," said Sandra. Ariana didn't want to move; she was stuck for a second on the brink of falling for Sandra, the kiss was that good. Finally, she moved forward with resolution, and she was falling hard for the goddess of Chicago Sky photography.

Of course, she had a beautiful place, well appointed and so clean. Just like Sandra.

Ari brought some wine, a bottle of Merlot: the $50 type. They were going to have fun, and they knew it. Hell, even the cat knew it, as she purred at Ariana's feet, licking the exposed skin. The dinner was ready, and everything was just perfect. The salads were covered in Saran Wrap, just in case.

"So, if your Katie's girlfriend, do you guys have an open relationship?" said Sandra. The were in the kitchen, and Sandra went right to it, and Ariana appreciated her up front style.

"As of the day of her first game, two days ago, yes," said Ariana. "Only she doesn't know it, and it may lead to our splitting up. She is cheating on me big time. I'm afraid we might be done.

"Awww," said Sandra, wrapping her arms around Ariana. Sandra sensed her new friends distress.

"She was so carefree about the way she let the co-captains fuck her as part of the hazing ritual," said Ariana. "We had these kinds of issues in college. No more. I'm through with this. I deserve better."

"I had had some lots of girls and women in high school and the summer leading to my freshman year at UCLA. A ton of pussy." Ariana let that sink in.

"Damn, girl, you were gettin' some," said Sandra.

"It may not be what you think. I was getting almost daily offers for a while. I came out the summer before my junior year almost a fully-formed lesbian. But I was tired of skirt chasing, and wanted to settle down by the time I got to UCLA. I roomed blind, but of course stated that, as a Bruin cheerleader, wanted an athlete, a lesbian athlete. She was my roommate freshman year and we fell hard for each other. It was like a fairy tale. It thought, no I prayed, that she was the one. But I had to know, and I sought out one of the trainers. She told me, eventually, that Katie was the queen, and all the girls on the team were her bitches."

"I see," Sandra said. "The WNBA girls are so promiscuous. There's a lot of sex in the locker room."

At this point Ariana began to cry. "I'm so loyal, and I've been taken advantage of again and again. I feel like shit. Sorry, this was supposed to be a joyous occasion."

"Let's pour some wine and get your mind off of things," said Sandra. "To new beginnings, Ariana." They clinked glasses and suddenly Ariana was in a festive mood. They gabbed in the kitchen, and Sandra was very lovey dovey, kissing Ariana, grabbing her ass. That surprised Ariana at first, but she got into it: giving the loving Sandra kisses, hugs, squeezes.

"I have a story for you, but it can wait awhile," said Sandra. "If you'll indulge me, a tour of my place first."

They filled their wine glasses, and set out on a voyage of her relatively three bedroom condo.

"My parents are loaded," said Sandra. "They gave me this place, free and clear. I have a brother who is gay too and lives in LA too. My parents are very understanding."

"Nice," said Ariana. "My parents are too, just so you know. My dad, who my gay mother divorced, gave her nine million dollars and a fair amount of stock in his company. And, when I reached twenty-one, I had a nice surprise: two million dollars from a trust."

"So, you know what it's like, the responsibilty," said Sandra.

"For sure," said Ariana. Half of it is in the S&P 500 and half is spread over three banks.

"Here is the bedroom, by the way," said Sandra. "If you have any suggestions for upgrades, let me know."

Her bedroom was huge, and in the corner a big electric piano.

"Do you play?" asked Ari.

"I'm OK," said Sandra. "I really like to sing though, and accompany myself."

"Dang, that's the second and third thing we have in common," said Ariana. "Piano and singing. I love it."

There was also a big screen TV across from her bed. "This is what I was doing when you texted me. Getting off to lesbian porn playing on the big screen. I have a high sex drive, but it's been lonely around here lately." There was a video of some amateurs making love playing. Ari was entranced with it. Oh, she was instantly wet.

"Is dinner in the oven, or at least keeping warm?" asked Ariana.

"Yes," said Sandra. "It's covered and it will be fine."

She remembered the lasagna that her piano teacher had and their rolling around on the kitchen floor. That was a lovely thought.

Ariana put her arm around Sandra's waist as she began the story of her last love, which ended badly. They stood there in the bedroom, with the light turned low and pussy music playing softly, for at least ten minutes, while Sandra told her own story of an unfaithful lover. Sandra really knew what she was doing. Ariana was seduced.

Sandra took the empty wine glass from Ariana and put them both on the dresser.

Sandra, though three years older at twenty-five, really looked up to Ariana, as she would tell her later. She was very feminine, and fell into Ariana's grasp. Ariana was a femme too, but one that likes to be in charge. Ariana took her face, looked into her eyes, and kissed her with her pillowy lips. Pillow on pillow, so exquisite. Softly at first.

But her sexual hunger began to assert itself, and the kissing there in the bedroom turned to a full-on sexual encounter.

They decided to let dinner wait. Sandra really wanted to feel Ariana in her, and begged her to take the strapon that was sitting on the bed table and work her magic. Sandra had a knack for reading people, and she read Ariana like a book. She guessed she loved to go for strapon sex right away.

"Do me, please," said Sandra. "In both of my holes. Any hole."

"Don't you worry about a thing, my love," said Ariana. "Are you a cummer? Will you cum for me tonight."

"Oh baby, I've been cumming since you arrived," said Sandra. "Just look at my panties!" She lifted her skirt and her panties were obviously soaked. She dropped her panties and showed Ariana what "was for dinner."

The two babes got undressed, and the animal magnetism drew them together for a lengthy kiss.

"I need to taste you, to lie with you Sandra," said Ariana.

Ariana pushed Sandra to the bed then grabbed her legs rather forcefully and brought her to the edge. She looked Sandra in the eyes and there saw wild blend of hope and urgency; of love and lust. Her last girlfriend, the one who had cheated on her a stole from her, had just moved out a month ago. She desperately wanted to trust Ariana. Ariana dove into her sex, and her long tongue worked the magic that Sandra was so desperate for.

"Aahhhh, Oohhhh," said Sandra. "God you are good at that. I haven't had sex for over two months now."

"I'm good at a lot of things. You'll see," said Ariana.

Ariana wanted to get her warmed up for the main act. She licked her clit, her pussy, and her ass steadily, softly. Sandra was lost in the loving.

"Let's take a two-minute break and go to the bathroom. Sandra agreed and they went together, peeing on one another and generally making a mess. Both women were in such a mood that they laughed and laughed at each other's bad manners.

Ariana girl covered the strap with the lube that was also out, and then put some in her lover's pussy. She paused for a second, and got down on one knee to sample her nectar one last time, to lick her shaven pussy.

"Oh my, you're ready," said Ariana. "And you smell like heaven." Women exude such wonderful odors during sex.

Sandra didn't answer. She was dying to get fucked by the glorious creature before her.

Sandra's cunt was a swamp; she wanted this bad, and so did Ariana. She was glad to top Sandra, but she hoped (and prayed to Jesus) that she was a true switch, and willing to fuck her as well.

She lined up the strap with her cunt and entered her a little. Then, she withdrew and teased Sandra, going everywhere with the dildo but inside her.

"I'm wet as hell," said Sandra. "Please put the dick in me."

"Gladly," said Ariana. The powerful top put the head of the strap into Sandra, and pushed for the bottom. This bae knew what she wanted; it turns out, that she was smitten with Ariana. Love at first sight. She sensed that Ariana was a top gurl (and she too, prayed that she was a switch, for she wanted to fuck Ariana badly. Dinner would wait).

"Aahhhh, NnuuAAHHHH," groaned Sandra with Ariana holding steady at the bottom of her birth canal. Ariana leaned forward to kiss Sandra, who kissed returned it. Sandra was a natural-born lezzie (a goldstar as a matter of fact). Ariana loved everything about her.

"I can already tell you're a great fuck," said Ariana. Ariana was fucking her at a nice pace. She had only grown in her ability to please women. She was a muscled woman, but her muscles were long and smooth, and she could go all night. A sheen of perspiration covered parts of her, and showed her well-defined body in the low light. A lot of girls take a long time to warm up, not Ariana's girls. She was so beautiful; it was exciting just to be with her. And she was so nice and so verbal too.

"I love your body, my bae," said Ariana. "Flawless."

"Oh, I forgot to mention, Aahhhh, you've got the writing job, if you want it," gasped Sandra.

Ari paused the penetrating thrusts, staring at the gorgeous chick before her in disbelief.

"What, O wow," said Ariana. "The lesbian mafia coming to the aid of a sister. I'm astounded. How did you pull it off? In two days no less?"

"I just strolled into the owner's office, and told her I want you to be the writer," continued Sandra. "Oh, keep doing that. Aahhhh...It's that simple."

"You see, the owner of the Sky is my mother. Your GPA of 3.6 and the fact that you were captain of the UCLA cheer team made it a no-brainer. I testified to you character. They just need a copy of your resume for the files. That is, if you want it."

"If I want it?" laughed Ariana. "Is the pope Catholic? Just to be near you, my love. I really, really want it. Your mother is the owner. Well, isn't that convenient!"

"Oh Ariana," mewled Sandra. Sandra was so into it.

Ariana began to thrust in and out of her with some change of pace, but with a smile on her face, and said, "We're a beautiful couple, Sandra. You know that don't you. Jesus brought us together. Don't get me wrong, I'm spiritual, not religious. I don't believe in church, or church people."

"Oh, our values line up too. I have no time for church," said Sandra. "Right now, Aahhhh, can we finish what we started?"

"You know I'm a finisher, Sandra. How's this, baby girl?" asked Ariana. And she continued to plow Sandra's field, the field of flowers and honey and all that is good and holy. Sandra totally opened to her and couldn't take her eyes off of her. She was mewling constantly: "Oh Ariana", or, "Oh, more of that", or, "It's so fucking good, you're so fucking good."

She flipped Sandra over and put the dildo back in her, doggy style. For a brief while was rubbing her ass, playfully putting her fingers in there, spitting on it. Ariana leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You love it in the ass, don't you baby."

"I love it," said Sandra. "Give it to me, right now Ariana, please give it to me,"

Ariana reached for the lube and put some in and on her ass, moving it around. "Oh, you've got me so lubed up. Now stick it in there, slowly at first, and with increasing speed. Sorry, if it's too much information."

"Are you kidding me?" asked Ariana. "It's our first time together, it's all good."

"You've got a beautiful ass and a perfect crinkle star," she said. "Hardly, if ever, fucked. Just beautiful. So smooth, and no hair. Oh god I just love looking at it. I could eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." And to prove her point, she put her mouth on it and lapped it with her tongue. Hmmm.

Sandra laughed and told her to "quit it."

Ariana put the head of the dildo at the opening, gathered some lube, and pushed in. A gasp from Sandra told her to wait and let the beautiful bottom get used to the strapon.

"OK," she said. Ariana steadily pushed inside her until be dildo bottomed out. "Aahhhh, that's the nicest thing any one has ever said about my ass, Oohhhh. So, thank you. Whoahhhh baby. Aahhhh."

The ass is very sensitive at the beginning of the session, but warms up as you go along. Ariana always stopped after a few minutes to use some more lube, when she did, Sandra really perked up:

"Oh wow, more lube, that's the secret. Aahhh," said Sandra. "It's so smooth now, Oohhhh, Muaahhhh."

Ariana was loving it. She was tapping the ass of one of the most glamorous baes she had ever met. She pinched her butt and slapped her ass repeatedly. She reached under her and rubbed her clit with one hand while reaching for her tits with the other. Ariana was luxuriating in Sandra's beauty, a beauty that reflected on Ariana. She had to shake her head to make sure this was really happening.

"My honey, here it comes," said Sandra said matter-of-factly. "Aahhhh, it's gonna be big, really big. Just keep it steady, please. Oh Ari, Ari, Ari.Ari."

"That's my girl, get it you dyke," said Ariana. "Oh yeah, get that climax. Cum for me girlfriend. Do it."

Sandra had been pushing back to meet Ariana's thrusts. She was rubbing her clit furiously, and then stopped, as the orgasm crashed on her shore. It was so exciting to be in bed with Ariana. She was feeling it, in her scalp and her toes and everywhere in between.

"Oohhhh my god Ari, shees mammy," said Sandra, somewhat unintelligibly. "Aahhhh, Oohhhh, Aahhhh. Oh Ari, fucking flibbiterasta."

"Ari let go a brief laugh, then caught herself, not wanting to spoil Sandra's moment, "She's a big cummer, I'd bet."

They were in doggy style and Ariana loved Sandra, and did not flag until Sandra had an orgasm, and wet the bed and wet Ariana and kissed her when they were done. Ariana knew she was the one and hugged her so very tightly. "Sandra, O Sandra. You're the one for me. I don't every want to lose you."

Sandra pulled off the dildo, and just stayed in the doggy style. It was like she didn't want to move. She was soaking up the Sun of Ariana. A spirit moving through her body.

Finally, she fell over and curled up into a ball. In almost a chant style, she kept repeating her lover's name slowly,

"Ah, Ari -- Ari -- Ari, Ari -- Ari – Ari," Sandra was mewling, over and over.

Ariana was confused, but knew to keep quiet, and curled up along side her and covered them with a blanket. There was something definitely spiritual going on.

Sandra fell silent. She slept. And Ari slept. The wine and the sex had worked their magic.

"My dear Ariana, I knew you were my girl, the one for me," said Sandra as she arose from her nap. "The other night, you risked it all for me when you kissed me in public. You should end it with Katie, respectfully. Then move in here, with me. You'll do that, won't you."

"Oh, I will my darling. I will confront her the day she get's back," said Ariana. "In the meantime, will you find some space for me here? I'd like to start moving tomorrow. We'll share the second bedroom just like we share this room."

"Sure, and I have storage in the basement that I've hardly used, said Sandra. "If this place isn't big enough, we'll get a bigger one. Don't you worry about anything, dear. Now, how about some lasagna?"

*****

Ariana was there when Katie got back from her road trip, though 99% of her possessions were not. There was a lot of crying, but Ariana had her big girl uniform on, and, when it's over, it's over. Katie pleaded with her, and Ariana was sympathetic, but kept it together. Katie didn't know about Ariana and Sandra.

"Let's start over. I'm done with the locker room. I can change. I'll be lost without you. I'm begging you please Ari, don't go."

Ariana got up, left her key on the table, and left the condo, shutting the door firmly behind her. Katie stood looking at the door for a long time.

"No, you're not," said Ari, as she got into her car around the corner with Sandra." She's not done. She can never be done."

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