Trick Turned Treat
by Winter

When I was a kid, I never used to be nervous at Halloween. It was always a lot of fun to dress up and walk from house to house, playing little pranks and filling my bags with candy. But that was years ago. This Halloween, I had all the reasons in the world to be nervous. I was risking more than just coming home with an empty candy bag. More than just getting scared by some neighbour's seasonal japes. I was putting my life on the line. The costume lay on my bed, its silky wings neatly folded on the pillow to avoid getting them all wrinkled up. I looked at my clock radio; eight-thirty. Almost time to get ready. The doorbell rang, and my thoughts were mercifully interrupted for a little while as I handed out a couple of chocolate bars to Frankenstein's Monster and a cute little cowboy. Back in the bedroom, I could find no more reason to stall, so I slipped out of my clothes, standing naked in front of my full-length dress mirror. I was freshly showered, still smelling of apple-scented soap and shampoo. I ran my fingers through my short, dark brown hair, feeling it for any tangles but finding none. Then I touched my face, stroking the smooth skin, brushing against long eye-lashes and full, sensual lips. Down over my collar bone, one of my secret erotic spots that I hoped to get kissed tonight. I paused to cup my breasts, holding them up a bit. It was a bit chilly in the room, so the nipples were slightly hardened. I rubbed them with my fingers, pinching them lightly and feeling them stiffen even further. Jolts of pleasure coursed through my body, and I felt myself getting hotter 'down there'. Unable to resist, I let one hand leave my chest and travel downwards, past my slim waist, gently touching my navel before homing in on that patch of neatly trimmed dark hair. I played with it, pulled at it, marvelled at the sexy way the coarse, curly strands tickled the palm of my hand. I sighed with pleasure, knowing there was no way I could back away now. I had to fulfil what I had started. Another check on the clock showed that I still had time, as long as I went for a quick one. So I reached down even further, touching my clit and at the same time shuddering in anticipation. I felt my juices starting to flow, running through my fingers, down my thighs. The doorbell rang again, and for a moment I actually considered answering it like this. That would be some treat, I thought, laughing to myself as I put on a dressing gown. And probably get me arrested as well. Captain Jack Sparrow, a tiny witch and a bandage-wrapped mummy got some sweets in their bags, but after that, I turned off the porch lights. No more trick-or-treats for me tonight, except for the one I would be making myself.

Once more back in the bedroom I hurried to put the costume aside. Instead, I lay down across the bed, propping my head up with a pillow so I could watch myself in the mirror. Spreading my legs, I could clearly see some pink down there, which turned into a nice view of my pussy as I reached down and parted the lips. I like the way it looks; bright pink which turns darker the more excited I get. Right then, it was quite dark. The lips are small and almost invisible unless I pull at them with my fingers, and the clit lies hidden at the top end beneath its little hood of skin. I don't shave, since pubic hair is one of my major turn-ons, but I like to keep it trimmed. I ran my fingers up and down the slit, occasionally brushing against the clit and sometimes slipping into me. With my other hand, I pinched and pulled on my stiff nipples, and all this attention was already starting to build into a coming climax. I sped up, running my fingers first down through the outer lips to collect some juices, then up to rub my clit, then down again. Abandoning my breasts, I began to touch my anus with the fingers on my other hand. First just tickles, then a gentle rubbing, then actually penetrating. My butthole is another of my hot spots, and I love to play with it. Now I focused on it with one hand, and on my clit with the other, building up a steady, fast rhythm that would bring me off quickly. My mind turned to what I might be doing later that evening. Later that night. Closing my eyes, I conjured a mental image of Jenny; her long golden hair, sweet red lips and deep blue eyes. She was a couple of years older than me, and she was my best friend. I longed so badly to touch her, to cup her large, yet firm tits in my hands and feel the nipples tickle my palms; to slowly pull down her panties to reveal that blond patch of hair I had glimpsed a couple of times in the locker room and in the showers at the gym. I would fondle that hair, touch it and feel it, then I'd let my fingers find their way in between her thighs, finding her most secret spot. I would get down on my knees in front of her, smell her, slowly reach out with my tongue and touch... With a cry of bliss, I came harder than I had in months. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard I was seeing colours. Fingers still on my hot sex, I rode the waves of my peak until they began to subside. Then I licked my wet fingers clean, and went to fetch a wet piece of cloth to clean up the rest of the mess. Normally, I'm not very wet when I'm excited, but the excitement tonight had really got to me.

Once I felt clean enough, having used just a little hint of body scent to cover up the smell of my pussy, I got in front of the mirror and put on the costume. I had made it myself, so the fit was near-perfect. Knee-high boots with high heels, white silk socks held up by a sexy pink laced suspender belt. A studded belt above that, and then a bra, also studded around the rims of the cups, with holes cut out for my nipples. To top it off, I put on a thick, spiked collar around my neck. Everything except for the socks and suspender bet was made from smooth black leather. checking myself in the mirror, I thought I looked good enough to eat. Which I hoped beyond hope that Jenny would do before the night came to an end. The thought of her made me start feeling hot again, so I tried to focus on the costume. I couldn't just stand at her door dressed like this, with all my goodies on display, so I reluctantly put on the rest of the costume, which consisted of a short red skirt, held up by buttons that could be undone in a second, then a green top to just barely cover the leather bra. I never use much make-up, but I did put on some eye-shadow and a soft red lipstick. Still looking sexy, I thought as I looked in the mirror again. I put the wings and the horns in a plastic bag, then grabbed my jacket and headed out. It was gruesomely cold wearing so little clothes, so I ran to the car and started it up, turning the heat on full.

As I drove towards her apartment, I couldn't help thinking about Jenny again. We'd known each other since college, and even though I can't say I fell in love at first sight, what I did feel was a connection, a friendship kind of love that only deepened when I began to realise I lusted after her. She was a bit shy, not really withdrawn, but not very outspoken, either, and her sense of humour was rather thoughtful than boisterous. And she was beautiful. After college, when we managed to get hired by the same up-and-coming biotech company, she began to change. Now in her right environment, doing the kind of research she herself chose, she lost the last of the timid schoolgirl in her, and emerged from the chrysalis of time as a confident and competent woman. Which of course made me love her all the more. We worked together, went out together, went on holidays together, and all this time I spent with her begun to wear on me. It was painful, being so near the one I loved without daring to say so, to touch her, to make love to her like I'd want to. But I couldn't push her away, either. So when she invited me over for a Halloween dinner, movie and night out on town, I made my decision. I would play all my cards, hoping for the best. I knew she wouldn't hate me, wouldn't shut me out of her life, but I also knew I would shut myself out of hers if she rejected me. I couldn't go on being her friend. Remained to see if I'd be her lover or a stranger.

Busy with my thoughts, fears and hopes, I almost missed pulling into her street. I was already a couple of minutes late, and I didn't want to seem like a complete idiot by saying I got lost driving the same way I'd driven so many times before. My knees were jelly when I parked the car and got out. My teeth were clattering, and not just from the cold. I hurried inside, and while I waited for the lift I put on the horns, and attached the wings to the holders I had sewn into the bra straps. Hopefully, the costume would take the tension out of the situation, but the closer I got to her apartment, the more silly the idea seemed. I would have had a better chance if I'd been dressed more conservatively, like I always did, this was stupid, she'd laugh at me and not take me seriously when I finally... The lift arrived, and during the short ride to the sixth floor I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm my mind. It actually worked, and by the time rang Jenny's doorbell I had my costume in perfect order and a smile on my lips.

I was met by a brilliant smile when the door opened, but it faded quickly into surprise, then an amused grin. Jenny looked me up and down, then shook her head before stepping aside, ushering me inside without comment. I hung off my jacket and took a look around. There's always some change in decoration, every single time I visit her place, and I quickly spotted it. Not the carved pumpkin or the spooky candles, but this time she had re-arranged the porcelain models on the mantelpiece. There were a couple of new ones, and some of the old ones were missing. I was going to say something about that, but when I turned around I also got my first good look of her. And I felt my jaw drop, literally. She was wearing a skin-tight outfit that left nothing of her trim, curvy figure to imagination. I had to make an effort to keep from drooling on the carpet, not to mention quell the urge to jump her bones right then and there. She had on make-up of a kind I had never seen her wear before, sexy yet somehow discreet at the same time. But what caught my eyes the most was what wasn't there anymore.

"Jesus, girl, what have you done to your hair?"

"Don't you like it?" She ran her fingers through the short, stubbed do that was all that was left of her once so wavy blond tresses. Maybe two or three inches of length was all that remained. "I figured I needed something new."

"Yeah, well, it looks... it looks great," I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn a little. "I mean... it really does, I was just... surprised."

"Me too." She giggled as she reached out and stroked my collar. The feeling of her hand brushing against the skin of my neck gave me goosebumps. "You've dressed up, Cath. What are you, some kind of demon?"

"A succubus." I swallowed, trying to make myself continue like I had planned. "A kind of demon, yeah, but one sent out to seduce innocent humans, snaring their souls for eternal purgatory."

"Ouch. Are we gonna go trick-or-treating, then?" She laughed. "I haven't done that in ages! I had just figured we'd go down to one of the usual places."

"Well, I figured we'd need some kind of break of habit." My throat began to feel dry, and I had to dig my fingernails deep into my palms to keep my hands from shaking. By some miracle, I managed to keep a steady voice. "Actually, I thought I'd ask you... well... trick or treat?"

"Oops, guess you caught me short then." She shrugged, tilting her head in a gesture I had always found irresistibly cute. "I gave away the last of my candy to a drooling werewolf just a couple of minutes ago. Does that mean you're gonna play me a trick, Miss Succubus?"

"Maybe. Or I might... I might give..." I took a deep breath, and held it for a second as I watch the look on Jenny's face change from amused to concerned. I decided to go ahead while I still had my nerves, and before I made things even more awkward. "Maybe it'll be me who gives you a treat."

"Really?" She smiled warmly, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "My mom always taught me never to accept candy from demons, ma'am."

"Not candy, Jenny. I thought maybe... maybe you'd like to see my costume in full."

"I already saw the wings. They're great! So soft-looking, like they were a moth's wings or something."

"No, it's not that, I just need a second or two to get it all ready. Would you turn around?"

She did as I asked, facing the fireplace while I began to struggle my way out of the skirt and top. This was it. Either she'd think I was weird or, fingers crossed, she'd think I was sexy. Either way, I would make her my offer. Myself. Strangely, I began to feel calm and relaxed as I felt the air of the room against my bared nipples. And once I had the skirt off, and looked down to see my naked crotch, I felt completely reassured that everything would go well. Gulping down some air again, I cleared my throat before speaking again.

"You can turn around now, Jenny."

She did, and I could hear a gasp escape her sweet red lips as she took in my costumed nakedness. So far, so good. She didn't freak out; instead, she let her eyes slowly wander all over me, seemingly lingering at my pubic bush below the thick leather belt, definitely stopping to look at the black bra with my stiff nipples peeking out through its holes. Then our eyes met, and she smiled at me, melting away the last of my nervousness. A jolt of pleasure ran through me at the sight of that smile, and I felt my juices slowly begin to flow. Still looking all over my body, she walked up to me, running her fingers over the studs in my belt. Leaning in close, she whispered in my ear.

"You look great. Hotter than a barbecue in June."

"Thanks."

"These are so cool. So soft." She touched one of the wings. "Can you actually buy stuff like that, or did you make it yourself?"

"No, I made it. I wouldn't have the nerve to try something like this on in a store." She laughed. "Like the horns?"

"Yeah. Cath, you're not thinking of going out like that, are you?"

"Actually..." I had to swallow again before I could go on. "Actually, I was kind of hoping to stay in tonight."

"Really?" She smiled. "Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Succubus?"

"Would I succeed?"

"Possibly..." I jumped slightly as her hand left my belt and began following the rim of the bra, slowly moving in to brush against one of my nipples. I couldn't hold back a gasp of pleasure. "Is this the treat you talked about."

"If you want," I whispered, touching her hip, tracing the seam of her outfit up towards her tits. "I was hoping you'd be interested, but I wasn't sure."

"Oh, I'm definitely interested, Cath, definitely." She cupped my left breast, rubbing the nipple firmly with the palm of her hands, making me gasp again. "Actually, I was hoping for something like this."

"You... you were?"

"Maybe not as soon as tonight, but some day." She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Even when you're not in costume, Cath, you're really sexy."

"I want you, Jenny." I felt my voice growing thick with lust. "I want you right now."

"Better take off those wings, or they'll get scrunched."

It was still slowly dawning upon me that my fondest dream was coming true when, a minute or so later, we were sitting down on the edge of Jenny's bed. She leaned down to pull off my boots, removing the socks at the same time. Sitting back up, she let her nose almost touch my pussy, blushing as she realised just how close she was to it. I had half a mind to pull her against me, to rub myself into her face and smear out her mascara with my juices, but I resisted the temptation. I had no wish to freak her out now that she was playing along. The belt and suspender belt were next to go, followed by the collar.

"I don't want you to rip out my pillows," she giggled, nuzzling my neck. "The horns can stay, though, if you promise not to butt me with them."

I laughed, but it immediately turned into a moan of excitement as Jenny undid my bra, stroking my tits as she slipped the garment off me. Naked now, except for the horns, I lay down on the bed and watched as Jenny began to undress herself. Almost before I knew it, she stood there in front of me in all her natural glory. I watched her, letting my eyes feast upon her beauty; her ample breasts with their invitingly erect nipples and silver dollar-sized aureoles, her slim waist and cute little navel, the patch of blond fuzz crowning her pussy. I was in heaven, but it would get better still, because once she was naked she climbed into bed with me. We kissed. I had been with women before, but not like this. I had never known kissing could be that good, so totally erotic. Our lips rubbed against one another while our tongues met, playing with each other. It was pure passion, pure erotic passion. By then, I was so horny I hardly knew who I was or where I was. All I knew was Jenny's naked body pressed against mine; her tits in my hands, her lips against mine, our legs intertwining. Her hands were all over my back and my butt, squeezing and caressing my cheeks, pulling them apart and letting her fingers trace up and down my crack, every now and then brushing against the rim of my hole and making me moan into our kiss. So did she, as I fondled her breasts, rubbing and pinching the nipples until they were hard as little rocks. She was so soft, so warm, so velvety good to the touch that I began to think I would come without either of us touching my sex. But I never got to find out if that was even possible, because she suddenly broke the kiss, and her hands disappeared from my body. When I opened my eyes, I hadn't even noticed closing them, I saw a coy smile on her lips as she began to move down, her red lips closing in on my tits. She looked into my eyes, tilting her head as if to ask for my permission to take the next step. I just nodded, and immediately my right nipple vanished into her mouth. She suckled me hungrily, like a baby sucking her mother's tits for milk, and it drove me wild. I arched my back as if trying to push the entire breast into her mouth. I groaned, grabbing a hold of her head and stroking her hair and face while she sucked me. It felt a little weird; I hand always imagined playing with her beautiful long tresses, but on the other hand short hair looked good on her. Gave her a sexy, almost dangerous look. She sucked, licked and kissed, occasionally scraping my by now hyper-sensitive teat with her teeth, then she switched to the left one and did the exact same things. I felt as if my entire body was on fire. Waves of pleasure surged through me, and my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. As if sensing this, Jenny started playing with it while she sucked my tits. She ran her fingers through my bush, deliberately passing by my clit to touch and rub my lips, moving a finger back and forth across my hole, lubing me up with my own juices. I tried to raise my hips to meet her touches, trying to make her touch my clitoris, to make her let me come. But she refused. She kept on teasing me until I was babbling incoherently, begging her to finish me off, to let me come. In the end, she relented and started rubbing my love button with a vengeance, while she shifted her mouth from tit to tit, sucking furiously on my nipples. I cried out as my orgasm hit, a peak so strong it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. All the pent-up lust in me, all the years of longing for this moment, all the love I felt for Jenny combined to send me into orbit. When the world finally stopped spinning and I began to get down from this impossible high, Jenny lay right next to me, her face just a couple of inches from my own. I looked into her deep blue eyes, also noticing the pearls of sweat glistening on her brow, as well as the cute flush of colour in her cheeks. Clearly, she had enjoyed this almost as much as I had. I smiled at her and began fondling her tits again. It was my turn now, my turn to show her how much I loved her. To make her feel as good as I had, if not better. I licked my lips. Yes, I would definitely try to make her feel even better.

I pushed her over so she lay on her back, then got on top of her, straddling her belly and rubbing my still dripping pussy all over her. There was a strong smell of sex in the room, not just my own scent that I was used to, but a new one. The smell of Jenny. It turned me on to no end, and I knew I had to taste it as well. I lay down on top of her, rubbing my tits against hers, nipples against nipples, drawing groans of pleasure from both of us, then I kissed her. This time, our kiss wasn't as desperately erotic as it had been before, but more a loving, gentle one. Jenny hugged me tighter to her, sighing as my tongue found its way into her mouth. We were both breathing heavily by the time I broke the kiss and started licking her chin. She giggled happily as I started to move downwards, licking and sucking at her neck, then her collar bones. Then her tits. How I had admired them from afar whenever I'd had the chance! And now I was just inches away from them. I stroked them, caressed them, squeezed them gently, then leaned in to kiss one of the nipples. It almost shot up to full firmness, and I could tell it was getting sensitive from the way she began to moan.

"Ah yes," she whispered. "Suck it, Cath, please suck it."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I sucked on her nipple as if my life depended on it, while I gently kneaded the breast with one hand, keeping the other busy playing with Jenny's other tit. She began to shift underneath me, squirming as I played with her, and I felt myself growing hotter than ever before. There was like a hum inside my body, a steady note of horniness and excitement that slowly rose in pitch as if my nerves were becoming more and more tense. I knew that if I even so much as touched myself now, I would come again, harder than before. But I wanted to save it; this time was all about Jenny, about me bringing her pleasure. I switched tits, working the other one up to the same level of sensitivity, squeezing it lightly between my tongue and my teeth, enticing a panting gasp from the lungs inside. Groaning, Jenny parted her legs, wrapping them around my back, and I took the hint. Letting go of her lovely tits wasn't easy, but I managed, and I moved back up to kiss her neck while I started grinding my crotch into hers. I could feel how wet she was, much more so than I had been earlier. We managed to find a position and a rhythm that let our sexes touch in just the right way to bring out the most pleasure. She hugged me again, pressing my face into the nape of her neck, and I happily kept on kissing, licking, sucking it. I could tell that she was getting close, but so was I, and I didn't want to come, not yet. So I backed out of the embrace, ignoring her disappointed grunt as the stimulation ceased. But her dismay didn't last long as she immediately caught on what I was up to when I got up off the bed and moved down to lie between her legs. She smiled, lust shining in her eyes.

"Cath, please, please lick me."

The need and want in her voice almost stunned me, and I knew right then and there that I would do anything she ever asked of me. Anything at all. I loved her so much I'd bring her the moon and the stars if she requested them. I said nothing, just eased her thighs apart to reveal her pink treasure. The smell of her arousal was so strong it went straight to my head, and I felt dizzy. I sniffed her, taking breath after breath of her lovely scent, making sure I would remember this moment forever. Then I touched her, ran my fingers up and down her hot, wet slit while I kissed the insides of her thighs. She let out a long moan when I began fingering her clit, then grabbed my head and pulled it towards her crotch.

"Don't tease me, please!"

"All right, I won't."

I blew softly on her pussy, making her shudder when the sudden cold replaced her excited near-feverish heat, then I reached out with my tongue and started licking just above her clitoris hood, tasting and feeling her pubic hair. It was such a turn-on, actually tonguing another woman's pussy hair, but I knew she needed more, so I went lower, pausing just before I touched her clit. This was it; my dream was coming true. She tasted like nothing I had ever tasted before. A mixture of sweet juices and agitated, horny sweat, blended with a flavour that was Jenny herself. I knew I would become addicted to this; In fact, I probably already was. She bucked her hips, wrapping her legs around my neck as I began to eat her in earnest. I flicked my tongue all over and around her love bud, occasionally dipping deep in between her pussy lips to taste her juices, and sometimes teasing the rim of her hood, trying to get inside it. At the same time, I kept fingering the entrance to her vagina, gently slipping a finger in and out of her. I kissed her, I licked and I sucked her, doing my best to make her come, but it was as if she was deliberately resisting me, holding back her orgasm. This thought only spurred me on. I knew how much I loved to play with my anus while masturbating, so I made sure my fingers were wet and slick with her pussy juices, then trailed downwards towards her butt crack. She jumped when I touched her hole; clearly she hadn't expected this. I teased her anal ring with feather-light touches and caresses, then I put the tip of my index finger against the hole and pushed gently. It slipped in without much effort, but she did groan slightly with discomfort. That didn't last long, though, especially not since I was still eating away like mad at her pussy. Whatever resistance she had put up was broken, and it didn't take long before she started thrashing about, saying my name over and over again like some kind of mantra. Then she reached her peak, and flung herself off it. She let out a short scream, then tensed up as if she'd been given electrical shocks. I felt her vaginal muscles spasm, and her pussy was dripping more than ever. She squeezed her anus so tightly I was almost scared I would lose my finger. Seconds ticked away, even though time seemed to stand still; I felt euphoric, knowing I had brought my beloved Jenny so much joy. I reached down and touched my own sex, and that was all I needed to join her in bliss. This orgasm wasn't as thunderous as the last one, but it felt better anyway, since I was sharing it with Jenny. I kept on licking and sucking her until she pushed me away. I looked up at her flushed face to meet with a wide, happy grin. She held out her arms towards me, and I all but flung myself into them. Words seemed redundant; we just held each other, kissing and caressing as we slowly drifted off to sleep, all but spent.

We were still in each other's arms when I woke up. A warm, tender feeling spread throughout my body as I watched the beautiful sleeping woman next to me. I could feel her sweet breath on my face, her tits against mine and the warm wetness of her sex against my thigh. Tears began to form in my eyes, but I blinked them away. This was no time for crying, not even happy tears. No, what I wanted to do was to scream with joy. I had made love to the woman of my dreams. I could still taste her pussy juices in my mouth, could still easily summon the memory of how hot it had been to suck her tits, then lick her pussy. All these thoughts made my clit itch for action again, but I decided to stay right where I was. Time lost its meaning as I did nothing, absolutely nothing but lying there and watching Jenny sleep. All five of my senses took her in, and I felt a tug at my heart as she shifted in her sleep, snuggling up closer to me. Slowly, ever so slowly, she was beginning to wake up. Her breathing got stronger, and her eyes were moving behind their lids. Soon they fluttered open, and a drowsy smile spread on her lips as she saw that I was already awake.

"Good morning," she yawned. "Is it morning?"

"I don't think so," I giggled, lowering my voice to a whisper. "I'm not even dry yet."

"Oh." She laughed, blushing a bit. "That was fun."

"Yeah." I tried to kiss her, but she backed away. I felt a hand of ice grip my heart. "What's the matter, Jenny? Y-you're not having second thoughts, are you?"

"I don't know." She sat up, pulling up her knees to her chin and wrapping her arms around them. She looked me deep in the eyes for a good while before she spoke again. "That was more than just fun for you, wasn't it?"

"Yes." I looked away, feeling my cheeks burn. "Jenny, I... I'm in love with you."

"That's what I thought." She sighed. "Cath, I didn't... plan for this."

"What do you mean?" I asked, tears stinging in my eyes, threatening to start running. "What did you plan?"

"Well..." She ran her fingers through her short, blond hair, grinning sheepishly. "I didn't lie, you know. You are very sexy, and I had a hunch you might be gay, or at least bi. And I've wanted to have sex with you for a good while now."

"You have?"

"Yeah. That's why I had my hair cut."

"I don't understand."

"Well, I figured..." A giggle interrupted her, and it took her a while to gather herself enough to go on. "I figured it would make you talk about my new look, then I'd ask you if you thought it looked sexy, and lead our talk into sex. But then you did your strip act with that sexy costume..."

"I thought it would take away the tension," I said, blushing. "Lead our talk..."

"...into sex!" we both finished, breaking into a fit of giggles before I could find my voice again. "You were right, it does."

"What does what?"

"Your hair. It does look sexy." I reached out and touched it, then slowly, gently pulled her towards me. This time, she didn't resist when I kissed her. "Jenny..."

"Cath..." She pushed me to lie on my back, then leaned in above me, the tip of her nose almost touching mine. "Cath, all I wanted, no, hoped for for tonight was to fuck. I... I had no idea you were... you know... in love with me."

"I have been for a long time now, Jenny," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her back. "I've tried to tell you God knows how many times, but I always chickened out. But I just couldn't wait anymore. I had to let you know. Had to find out if you were... If you could love me back."

"This is so difficult..." I felt something wet drip onto my cheek, and when I met Jenny's gaze again I realised she was crying. "I wasn't... I wasn't thinking about love when we started this. But..."

"But what?" My own tears had begun to flow now, as it dawned upon me that Jenny might be lesbian, but not in love with me. Could fate really be that cruel? "Jenny, do you want me to leave?"

"No!" She grabbed my shoulders, pinning me to the bed. "Wait for me, please! It's just so... I just don't know how to say this. I said I wasn't thinking about love, but I am now. What we did, it was so good, so... passionate. So much better than anything I've ever done before. Don't go, Cath, please stay with me."

"Then you're... you..." I swallowed. "Are you in love with me?"

"I don't know, Cath. I'm not sure, but I do know that I'm falling for you." She smiled, then leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Will you be patient with me? I wouldn't mind loving you, but it's too soon to say it just yet. I don‘t wanna say it without meaning it."

"Jenny, I'll wait forever if I have to!" I sat up, hugging her tightly. "I love you so much!"

She giggled, and then we kissed again. Her tongue flicked against my own, and I marvelled at how good she tasted. She rubbed my back, pressing our tits together, and I immediately began to get wet again. Pushing her down, I straddled her thigh, rubbing my pussy against her soft, warm skin while I broke our embrace with one hand to let it find its way to her crotch. She was flowing again, and my fingers were drenched before I had even touched her clit. We stayed like that for a good, long while, kissing and touching each other. She began to caress my tits, pinching my nipples every time I rubbed her clit. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, but she got there ahead of me, not even trying to prolong the pleasure this time. Gasping and moaning, she tensed up then relaxed again, letting out a long groan as she went over the top. We never broke the kiss, and it was as if I could feel her orgasm through the touch of our tongues, as if a jolt of electricity passed over from her to me. If I had so much as moved, I would have come, too, but this time I was the one holding back. As Jenny returned to Earth, she pulled out of our embrace, panting as if she'd run the marathon. I laughed at her flushed face and half-open mouth, she laughed at my horny, glazed-over eyes and feverishly blushing cheeks, then we both laughed just because we were so happy. I started to get up, but she grabbed me around the waist and threw me back down, pinching my butt when I tried to struggle. We wrestled for a minute or two, then she had me pinned down. Not that I minded.

"It's my turn," she said lowly as she started kissing her way down my body, giving both my nipples a quick kiss and lick before going for my navel. "Or maybe it's your turn, I can't decide which."

"Jenny, you don't have to... ah!" She licked my navel, finding a hot spot I didn't even know I had. I saw stars. "I mean, if it's too soon..."

"Shut up, Cath!" She giggled as she licked her way further down, passing through my bush of hair before she finally reached my pussy. "I want this. I want your cunny, babe. I want to fuck you."

I laid my head back down, closing my eyes as she began kissing her way around my sex, making sure to lick, suck and nibble every nook and cranny. There was no way I would object to this! She soon drove me wild, making me whimper and whine like a puppy when she stuck two fingers up inside me. I cried out, pinching my own nipples as my orgasm approached, arriving all too quickly for my taste. I wouldn't have minded to stay like that all night. This climax was the best one yet, and I had to bite my lip in order not to scream the house down. And just when I thought I had reached the top of my peak, Jenny bit my clitoris. Not very hard, just a little nibble, but the mixture of pleasure and pain nearly made me pass out. Later, Jenny told me I had yelled out her name, and begged her over and over again to fuck the life out of me. I remember nothing but the white flash of lightning that went off inside me, filling me with such heat and passion that I had never felt before in my life. To keep me from exploding, this sexual energy had to escape, and this it did through the only two channels available; my screaming mouth and my convulsing, overflowing pussy. Eventually, though, this monster of an orgasm began to ebb away, but that didn't stop Jenny. She kept on licking me, and even though I was beginning to feel a bit sore, I let her go on. She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and brought them to my butthole instead, pushing in first one, then the other. It hurt a bit at first when she stuck the second finger into me, but the pleasure I got from being opened up and stretched in every direction she could possibly twist her hand soon took the upper hand. She built up a steady rhythm licking my clit and finger-fucking my butt, and soon I could feel a second orgasm washing over me. Not nearly as strong as the first one, but still wonderfully satisfying. I shuddered and moaned, squeezing her fingers with my anal muscles and using my hands to push her face against my pussy.

"Wow," Jenny said as she peered up at me from between my legs. She had my juices dripping from her chin. "That was intense! Do you always come like that?"

"Never did before," I panted. "Jenny, you're magic!"

"You too." She giggled. "I almost came just from licking you. I just touched my clit and nearly died. We've got to do this again!"

"Jen, please!" I rolled away from her and crossed my legs. "You'll kill me!"

"Then die screaming!"

Roaring, she pounced me and began to tickle me. I squealed in mock fright, then started howling with laughter as she soon found all my ticklish spots. We ran naked through the apartment, Jenny chasing me, both of us laughing and giggling like school girls. When I glanced back at her, I started laughing even louder as I watched her big tits bounce up and down as she ran. We ended up on the living room couch entwined in each other, kissing like there was no tomorrow. In the end, I had to get up as my bladder was screaming at me. When I got out of the bathroom, Jenny stood at her bookshelf, leafing through her DVD collection. Still butt naked. I walked over to her and put my arms around her waist, pulling her back towards me. She craned her neck upwards and backwards as I nuzzled it, ending up nibbling her earlobe. Laughing, she turned around and shoved a DVD case into my face.

"Here, put this on, or see if you can find anything else you wanna watch. I'll go and get us some snacks and drinks."

"Better get your comforter, too, or we'll get cold."

"Okay."

She left the living room, and I quickly picked out some mushy and romantic comedy. This was no night for action. Or rather, for action movies. I giggled at that thought. I had just put the disc into the player and sat down on the couch when Jenny returned with the comforter, dumping it unceremoniously on top of me. When I had managed to crawl out from underneath it, I saw her standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

"I'll just be a second, Cath, you start the movie in the meantime."

"Okay."

"By the way," she said, turning around as if she had forgotten something. I couldn't help but look her up and down, and she laughed at that, but then she got a serious look on her face. "Cath, I love you. I can say it now, because I mean it now. I love you."

With that, she was out of the room so quickly I'm sure she didn't even hear when my jaw crashed to the floor. Straightening the comforter out, I sat down and pulled it over me, making just room enough for Jenny's cute tush. My heart had started beating faster and I felt hot all over. But this time it wasn't a sexual heat. She loved me. The love of my life had just said she loved me back. I started the movie, but truth be told I didn't even see the TV. I still had my head in the clouds when Jenny returned with beer, popcorn and the sweetest smile I had ever seen on her lips.