Black. Lesbian. Writer.

We turned down an invitation to check out the newest lesbian hot spot. It was Friday night, the end to another work week, and all Jordan and I really wanted to do was be alone. We had agreed to meet our friends for drinks out of a sense of obligation, but we were really itching to spend some serious quality time together.

It had been a long week. We were both feeling the pressure from having demanding careers, needy friends, and family drama. Our relationship was the single bright light in the midst of everything dark, but even that needed nurturing.

We didn’t feel bad when we declined the invitation because we knew our friends could see how we couldn’t stop touching each other. Our friends were all perpetually single, so there was only so much of this domestic bliss they were going to be able to stomach.

Jordan and I walked back to my place. Luckily, I lived just around the corner because neither one of us should have been operating heavy machinery.

A few cars honked at us while we were walking. I knew we looked cute together. Her, in a collared shirt and vest. Me, in a simple summer wrap dress. We held hands, swinging them between us like little kids and giggling.

Minutes later, we were back at my place, both feeling a bit more aware of ourselves. There was a light breeze outside, making us a little more lucid than we had been when we’d left the bar. She went straight for the lighter and began to light the candles that were scattered around the room. I opened a few windows allowing fresh air to flow around us. The candles flickered causing oddly shaped shadows to move against the walls.

I stood, watching the walls, easily entertained until Jordan came and stood behind me, placing her chin on top of my head. I took a deep breath. Her breasts on my upper back were so soft; I leaned back into them more. Her scent swirled around my head; I filled my body with her essence every time I inhaled.

She slid her hands around my body, pulling me into her. She leaned down, placing a quick nip on my neck, before soothing the bite with a quick flick of her tongue.

“Is it hot in here?” My body felt warm, but I felt the hottest in my core. I didn’t know if it was the liquor or from her, but I felt as though I was on fire. I reached for the one tie that held my dress closed. I felt Jordan’s hands on top of mine, as though she read in my mind what my next move would be.

“Wait.” She moved away from me moving over to the docking station that held my iPod. After a few seconds, music started pouring out of the strategically placed speakers, filling the room with something with a steady, but slow beat. She pulled one of my dining chairs into an open space and sat. She looked at me pointedly, “Now you may continue.”

Catching on to what she wanted, I slowly started to sway as my body found the rhythm. I walked around her chair, stopping in front of Jordan with my back to her. I started rotating my hips in large circles, going lower toward the floor with each rotation. I straightened my legs, forcing my bottom up in the air. I stood there, with my legs spread wide, revealing lacy white boy shorts and the thickness of the flesh that wanted to escape them.

I spun around quickly, facing her. While fiddling with the dress knot, I shifted my weight from one side to another, exaggerating the curve of my hip. With the knot released, I started moving closer to Jordan, the more skin I revealed, the bigger her eyes grew. Just before I dropped the dress to the floor, I turned my back to her.

My hands moved to support my breasts, while my lower body did an imitation of a snake. Continuing the movement, I twisted around her chair, shimmying an abundance of breasts in her awed face. Executing a high kick, my leg landed on her shoulder, her eyes getting a close up view of my wet crotch.

She sliding her hand from my ankle to my thigh, she leaned into me, inhaling the scent of my desire. She stuck her tongue out, tasting the moisture escaping from the lace. She placed a hand under me, lifting me, my other leg taking residence on her other shoulder. She continued to taste me, eventually moving the fragile scrap of lace to the side, so that she could get all of me in her mouth.

I felt her soft lips on my skin, moving slowly, in direct contrast to the havoc her tongue was creating. Her tongue stroked firmly, quickly building pressure in an instant. I felt her hands tighten on my ass, squeezing as she got more excited. I came hard against her mouth. I wasn’t done yet.

Jordan lowered me into her lap, burying her face into my cleavage. I slid my hands inside her waistband and lower, finding her hot and wet. I let my fingers massage her clit into an erect ball. She took my nipple into her mouth, biting harder as her passion increased.

I could hear the sound of her wetness when I stroked her, the sound of her breathing, the sound of her moans, and the sound of her sucking my nipples. Encouraged by her reaction, I slid my fingers inside her.

Her walls surrounded my fingers in sticky heat. I let my fingertips rub her insides, searching for her magic spot. I slid in and out of her easy, aided by copious amounts of fluids. My body urged me to get closer. Her pelvis thrusted upwards to meet me.

Her mouth clamped down on my nipple hard sending another ripple of pleasure through my body. Her body bucked upwards. The dance was over.

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