Chapter 2

Ashley withdrew her lips with a smack.

“Who ARE you?” Alex breathed in awe, their faces inches apart.

“I’m the girl of your fucking dreams.”

Ashley lowered Alex’s arms and in doing so whirled her around so that Alex’s back was to the room and Ashley’s back was now to the door. She surveyed the room quickly. There was a rectangular table stretched in front of them, surrounded by a number of meeting-room rolling chairs with armrests – you know, your typical desk chair.

She pushed Alex back up against the end of the table and leaned in close, fingers fumbling at the button-fly of Alex’s jeans.

Alex reached down too and together, they popped her jeans open and pushed them, and her black cotton panties, to the floor, kicking off her ankle boots and socks in the process. She was bottomless with just her taut white tank top barely containing her heaving breasts. Ashley moved in close, embraced her, and ran her hands over Alex’s perfectly rounded ass.

Whirling Alex again to the side, Ashley pushed her bewildered prey back and down into the nearest chair, bum first. Alex sat down heavily with a plop. Falling to her knees on the carpet, Ashley crawled forward between Alex’s splayed legs. She reached under those pale thighs and raised both of them up over her shoulders.

Eagerly, Alex reached behind her own knees to help, propping her legs up by wrapping her palms underneath her supple calves and pointing her toes to the ceiling. She locked eyes with Ashley, whose face was framed above her crotch, fiery red hair flowing behind her. Alex’s sex was wide open, thin patch of black landing strip above delicate, pale pink folds and her moistened opening.

“You move fast, Red. You’re just gonna dive in?”

In answer, Ashley licked her lips and then descended, tongue first, into Alex’s sweet wet cunt.

She slipped her tongue firmly over Alex’s vulva, lapping and then sucking around the clit with her hot mouth. Alex arched her back and threw her head back, mouth agape in pleasure, as Ashley lavished her with attention. Her experiences with her roommates had turned Ashley into an expert pussy eater, and she wielded that knowledge with confidence. Muscle memory is a beautiful thing.

After thoroughly tongue-lashing Alex’s crotch, Ashley slipped her hands underneath the other girl’s bum, and used the leverage to stick out her tongue rigidly and enter Alex’s vaginal tunnel with a thrust. Alex, legs still raised in a ragged V, bucked in the chair, sending it an inch or two backwards on its castors. Ashley’s tongue popped out of Alex’s pussy.

“Oh no, you’re not going to get away from me that easily,” she said, with a sly smile. Alex felt a jolt of adrenaline run through her.

Ashley reached out and grabbed the supports of the chair’s armrests, and yanked the chair forward on its wheels to smush Alex’s crotch into her face. Her tongue writhed, instinctively, and quickly found its target again – Alex’s now gaping hole.

Ashley closed her eyes, extended her tongue, and Alex felt it practically expand to FILL every nook and cranny of her vaginal canal. There was no other way to describe it. She felt absolutely FULL to her core. “Oh!”

Ashley then slowly pushed the chair back on its wheels, and her tongue eased itself out with a tiny slurp until just the tip was being gripped in the muscular opening. Then slowly, she pulled Alex closer to embed her hard tongue again. “Ah!” cried Alex.

She pushed the chair away. And closer. And away. And closer. And faster away, and faster towards her. Alex began to whimper with each thrust, and gasp with each pull. Sloppy sounds of tongue crushing into pussy over and over again filled the room.

“Oh! God! Ash… ley! Don’t… stop. Yes. Ungh. Fuck… me… hard! Fuck… me… with… your… tongue! Oh! Yes! Please! More! Fu… uck!! Yes!”

As the pace reached an apex, Alex abruptly went super quiet, and scrunched her eyes shut, tears forming at the corners and starting to run down her face. For a few moments, all Ashley could hear were her own determined grunts and their wet sex sounds.

And finally, it came. Alex’s back arched more rigidly than it ever had before, her palms slipped from her calves and her legs tensed and straightened. Her brain exploded in a white flash and she held onto the chair as she fucking UNLOADED onto Ashley’s face.

And Ashley took it. Every sploosh. She rode out the waves, one after another, until they gradually receded, and Alex drooped like a limp rag doll, slouched on the chair.

Ashley got up off her knees and cleaned her face with her hands. Then she wiped her palms down the front of her pleated skirt. She gave Alex a minute to catch her breath. But just a minute.

“Come on,” she growled. “We’re just getting started.”

Alex opened an eye, and straightened up a bit in her seat, weakly.

Ashley smirked. She traced her fingernails up the front of her blouse, and started fingering the top-most fastened button at her cleavage. She gave a little shimmy of her hips as she undid the button. And she swayed a bit as she unbuttoned the rest. Biting her lower lip, her green eyes flashed as she pulled one collar of her white cotton blouse to reveal her left shoulder, and her black satin bra strap.

Alex raised her eyebrows with renewed interest.

Ashley pursed her lips and blew a playful kiss. She whirled around, her back to Alex, and shirked her other slim shoulder out, so that her shirt was hanging off her arms, leaving her long graceful neck and upper back exposed. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she winked. It would have been ridiculously hammy if it weren’t so goddamn sexy.

She let her blouse fall to the floor. Then she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. Grabbing her breasts through the bra cups with her hands, she turned back around to face Alex, rolling her shoulders so that the bra straps fell forward. Grinning, she waited a beat, then popped the bra cups off her tits and dropped the whole thing onto Alex’s lap. She straightened, pushing her chest out, and let Alex admire her perfect breasts.

Alex let out a whistle as she fingered the smooth satin of Ashley’s bra in her hands.

Ashley began to sway her hips again, hooking her thumbs into the waist of her skirt, taking her time. She closed her eyes and tossed her hair, licking her lips seductively, making a good show of it. She thrust her ass out and to the side and leaned forward, giving Alex a side view of her hanging tits, and let her long red hair fall down. As she did this, she eased her skirt down and halfway over her butt cheeks, pausing there a moment for effect, before pushing them all the way down around her ankles, and stepping out in her boots. Staying crouched down, she opened her eyes again and looked at Alex askance, as she teasingly eased down the zipper of each tall brown leather boot. Standing up, she kicked them aside, now completely naked, radiant in milky white, slightly freckled skin.

Well not quite completely naked. Ashley’s only adornment was the silver charm bracelet hanging loosely from her left wrist. Alex noted there was a heart, a star, a cross, a little crescent moon. Funny the insignificant things you notice at random, even during the most heated, intense moments.

“Okay then,” teased Alex. “I want the lap dance too.” She sat up, and tucked her long black hair over her ear, adorably. She wrinkled her nose, ring and all, and grinned.

“Only if you fuck me while I’m doing it,” said Ashley. It thrilled her to say that, to take on this foul-mouthed, assertive persona that was so different from her usual shy, reserved demeanor. She didn’t know what had come over her.

Dancing and swaying, she approached Alex. She ran her hands over her tits, smoothed them down over her tummy, and dipped her fingers into her smooth mound, pausing there, teasing. She then raised her long slender arms high over her head and closed her eyes again, smiling up at the ceiling, imagining her own musical beat and tossing her hair with sexy abandon. Finally, opening her eyes and looking down, she straddled Alex, facing her, and lowered her sex to perch on Alex’s knees. Slowly, she started grinding on them, undulating her hips in little circles. Placing her palms on top of the arm rests, she gazed blazingly down into Alex’s eyes, as her curly red locks curtained around their faces.

Alex didn’t know where to put her hands, at first. She ran them up the curves of Ashley’s waist, lingering at the side swells of her ample breasts. Then her hands traveled back down, and she reached around Ashley’s waist with her left hand, sliding her fingers over one of the dimples on either side of her spine, and then down to cup her butt cheek. This put Alex’s nose right in between Ashley’s breasts, where she nuzzled with contentment, taking in the sweet scent of her skin.

With her right hand she laid her palm, fingers down, on Ashley’s supple stomach, and slid it down as she parted her own knees slightly. Ashley straightened a little bit, her wide-open straddling stance exposing her pussy to the open space between Alex’s knees. Alex’s fingertips quickly covered Ashley’s luscious folds, middle finger traveling through her slit.

“Yes, please…” whimpered Ashley, momentarily forgetting her slutty, in-command role play. She pleaded. Her need was overwhelming.

Seizing control, Alex flexed her power by waiting. Pausing. Lazily fingering around Ashley’s moist outer labia.

“Please,” Ashley continued to beg.

“You wanna be fucked?”

“Yes! Please fuck me!”

With that, Alex pressed her index finger against her middle finger, and pushed both up into Ashley’s hole. The opening of Ashley’s vaginal canal clenched and then gave way to the invading digits and Alex felt the hot, throbbing insides all around them.

Ashley’s mouth opened in an O of ecstasy, and she felt her core bearing down on Alex’s hand, burying the fingers to the hilt. She felt Alex wiggling her finger tips in the classic come-hither motion, searching for the spongy mass of her G-spot. They stayed in this moment, perched on a precipice of pleasure, feeling it out, lengthening its deliciousness.

Then Ashley raised herself an inch or two, and Alex withdrew part way, fingertips still inside the opening. They thrust together again. Then apart. Then together. Then apart. The finger banging slowly began to gather steam, like an old locomotive lurching into motion.

“You want it hard?” whispered Alex.

“Yeah. Ungh. Huh. Ungh. Yeah,” grunted Ashley.

Each time Alex pulled away before she thrust, Ashley’s pussy walls would distend a little bit, a ring of fleshy muscle gripping the fingers, keeping them tightly engaged. Wetness slicked Alex’s digits, and dripped all over her hand and into her palm. The muscles in Ashley’s legs strained and flexed as they held her body up on this point of pleasure. Ashley had her hands on Alex’s shoulders now, riding her, as her moans and grunts increased in urgency.