As consumed by pleasure as I was, I was still curious, and now that my middle finger was thoroughly slippery, I decided now was the time. I slipped my finger into her, slowly at first. Immediately, her pussy gripped it.
“Oh shit!” Miriam breathed. “Yes!”
She was burning up inside, and soaking wet. I started moving my finger in and out, and as I did, felt my own ecstasy rise, pushing me closer toward orgasm. Miriam started to ride my finger, bucking up and down in the same rhythm her fingers used to run circles around my clit. I knew what I liked, and hoped she would like it, too. Curling my middle finger inside of her, I let it slide against her g-spot, and she cried out and began bucking even harder. She had a hard time keeping her attention on my pussy, but I didn’t mind.
Suddenly, she tensed, her pussy gripped my finger, and she clamped both of her hands over mine.
“Fuck!” Miriam groaned, shaking. “Fuck, Dee! I’m coming!”
My heart jumped. I had made another girl come, and as she shook, her juices soaked my hand. I looked up at her and thought how beautiful she was. How strange was it, though, that only a few hours earlier, the thought of making love to another girl in my bed would have been frightening and alien. Had we moved too fast? When Miriam let go of my hand, I eased my fingers from between her legs and regarded the slickness that coated them. In a moment of unguarded curiosity, I brought them to my lips and tasted her. Salty, sweet, tangy: it wasn’t too bad. I thought to myself, I could get used to this.
Miriam collapsed with her head on my thigh. She was still breathing hard, and with a warm feeling in my belly I thought, I did that. I was so used to being a prop in my family’s machinations, it had never really occurred to me that I could have that effect on someone.
“Hey,” Miriam said, and I realized she had been speaking to me.
“Huh?”
“You’re up in your head again,” she said.
“Sorry.”
She smiled at me. “It’s fine, Dee,” she said. “It’s a lot to take in.”
“Oh,” I said, realizing the misunderstanding. “No, no. I’m dealing with this just fine.”
A glimmer entered her eyes. “Are you now…” she said.
“Yeah,” I said. “No problems whatsoever.”
She kissed my thigh near my knee. “I’m glad,” she said. “I was a little worried.”
“Why?” I asked.
Miriam kissed my thigh again, higher up, closer to my hips. “Well, you know how it is,” she said. “You meet a girl.” Another kiss, higher up. “She takes you back to her place.” Another kiss, this time just below my pelvis. “You kiss her.” Her next kiss landed farther down, back down toward my knee, but on the inside of my thigh.
“Uh…” I breathed.
“You make out,” she said, planting a wet warm kiss squarely on the inside of my thigh.
My body began to tingle, and my hands started to tremble. “Uh huh.”
“And before you know it, she’s making you cum,” she said. This next kiss was so high up on the inside of my thigh that the breath from her nose washed across my pussy. “Know what I mean?”
My jaw was quaking so bad, I couldn’t speak, so when she looked up at me from between my legs, I just shook my head.
When I felt her hot tongue against my labia, my toes curled and skin prickled. I squeaked, “Miri.”
She didn’t answer, though. Her tongue had already gone to work. And work it did. Never in my life had I felt anything like the pleasure her tongue was giving me now. It slid along my labia, dipping occasionally between the folds. Her lips sucked and nibbled gently at whatever they could grab hold of, and the electricity radiating up from my tummy began to fill my chest. My body took over, and I arched my hips off the bed. She stayed with me, and soon enough her tongue flicked my clit.
“Oh god, Miri!” I cried out as electric ripples of pleasure washed through me. I must have been afraid I’d fly off the bed, because I gripped the bedsheets with my hands.
Miriam’s tongue kept lashing at my clit, sending me higher and higher. And then I felt her finger enter me. I bucked and whimpered and cursed and called out her name. Her second finger slid inside me, and I felt as if I would explode. And then I did. With a squeal and spasm of pleasure I came. “I’m coming! Oh god, Miri, I’m coming!” I squealed as if it weren’t obvious.
She groaned in pleasure as my thighs clamped onto her head, and together we rode the wave of orgasm. When at last my body went slack and my legs allowed her head to move, she removed her fingers from me. I felt her move next to me and put an arm over my belly.
I turned my head to face her, and she kissed me. It wasn’t the first time I’d ever tasted myself, but it was by far the best, and I savored it. After a while, we lay back and were still. I had no idea what Miriam was thinking, but as for me, I was just soaking it all up. A big part of me wanted to worry. My life would be different now. It would have to be. I wouldn’t be able to keep this a secret forever, and when Mother found out, there would be hell to pay. But as it was, in the afterglow, I felt ready to pay it a thousand times over. If I knew then what was to come, I might have thought differently. Or maybe not.
“So, what do you think?” Miriam asked, finally breaking the silence and my musing.
“About?” I said, rolling on my side to face her. I had missed something she said again. I had to stop doing that.
“Sleeping together,” she said flicking her fingertip gently against my nipple. I hissed as my body flared with desire.
“Are you worried I’m afraid of the dark?” I teased.
“Oh, no,” she said with a grin, brushing her fingertips tantalizingly down her side and hip, drawing my attention to her perfect mocha skin. “I know you’re not.”
She was right. And anyway, there are more important things to be afraid of.
*****
The next morning was bliss. Waking up with my face buried in the crook of Miriam’s neck was a surprise, but neither unpleasant nor unwelcome. My arm draped over her waist, soaking up her warmth. Her hips pressed back into mine, making my belly tingle at the memory of what we had done the night before.
It all seemed like such a blur, and though I worried that we had moved too fast, the serenity of this moment told me otherwise. Out of curiosity, my hand stirred seeking answers, and was rewarded with warm smooth skin all the way up and all the way down. Miriam mumbled and shifted, pressing her hips more firmly against mine, but didn’t wake. My memories, however, did.
A kiss. A touch. Warm lips and a hot tongue. Electricity. I remembered it all, piece by piece. My fingers twitched as they recalled the sensation of her pussy clamping down around them. And then I felt a surge of slick warmth radiating from my belly as I remember seeing her looking me in the eyes as her lips and tongue brought me to orgasm.
As I was engrossed in these thoughts, my fingers found their way to the cleft between her legs. When I became aware of what I was doing, I stopped. Slowly, I raised my head and peeked at her face. She was still asleep. I’d always thought about what it would be like to wake up to some imaginary boyfriend fucking me, but I could never really picture it, maybe, in retrospect, because the idea of having a boyfriend was not terribly interesting to me. The idea persisted, though, and I now wondered if Miriam would appreciate or be repulsed by it.