The Myth
of Red
Red lipstick is a contradiction. Fin had never been blinded by love,
but she'd had "Ruby Passion" smeared across her breasts. That was a
total different feeling altogether. She never usually messed with the
high-heeled type anymore, too spinal. It required an emotional upheaval
that she had grown too jaded to humor. Asha was the worst of the sort,
in fact, she could have been an ex of hers, but it was different this
time. There was no forced conversation, no heartstrings to get tangled
up in.
"So my boyfriend and I were wondering..." Asha's voice came and then
went, as if someone were messing with the volume inside Fin's head.
"...never been with a girl before..." This whole night had been like
a mad nightmare, where everything ends up exactly how you anticipate
it. She should have said no, she wanted to slap herself now. She had
promised herself her wild days were over. But it was too late, as it
always seemed to be when she finally came to her senses. She never seemed
to be able to resist sex with no strings attached. She could always
walk out, of course, but well, she just wasn't that strong.
As she watched the young couple having sex, Fin fought the urge to
avert her eyes. She had never been the shy type, but some things were
just too naked if you were on the outside looking in--especially with
all the lights on. She watched the young man as he pumped his hips between
Asha's open legs, his pale buttocks clenching again and again with the
force. Fin was surprised at the scene and how sharply it moved her,
how wet she suddenly was. Usually it took some touching, or at least
a lot of suggestive kissing to arouse her. That was the problem with
lust; the instances that cut you like a wire, were usually a prelude
to leaving. Asha was a beautiful woman, round and pleasurably robust,
her long jet-black hair like a flag against the burnt orange intrusion
of her skin. Fin swallowed, clenching her teeth. You wanted to paint
yourself on a body like that.
Asha could not think. In fact, she could barely breathe. Ferrik had
her legs up damn near to her shoulders, and he was pumping in and out
of her as if they hadn't made love in months. She never usually worried
about how she looked while having sex, but for some reason the feeling
of being watched was making her scalp crawl. She turned her head towards
the wall. For the first time in her life she felt completely and utterly
embarrassed. "Stop" she growled at Ferrick, pushing against his chest.
"Get off me" Ferrik stared at her. "What?" "Get off." She pushed against
him until he finally pulled out of her and fell over onto the bed. Ferrik
flopped over onto his back and stared blankly at the ceiling as if he
wasn't quite sure what had just happened. "I think it's time for her
to join us." Asha looked at Fin. She sat on a chair with her shoulders
hunched over and her elbows resting on her knees. Her small firm breasts
hung like tiny apples. Ferrik followed her gaze to where Fin was sitting.
"Okay," he agreed, shifting aside to make room on the bed "Come on"
he smiled at the other girl.
Asha watched Fin as she climbed onto the bed. It had to be this very
moment, she thought; the waiting, the anticipation of a different kind
of flesh, that drove so many women to the other side of the fence. She
had never even been with a woman before, didn't know what that was like--the
conscious swirl of feminine and masculine energy. When Ferrik first
proposed the idea she had been angry, and then curiousÄÄbut when she'd
seen Fin at the club, curiosity quickly turned into the kind of desire
she'd only felt those first few weeks of dating Ferrik. Fin had been
sitting at the bar, sipping on coke and watching the rest of the women
with a sort of displaced disdain. It was Asha that spoke first, asking
her if she was alone that night.
Fin had a startling gaze, and a habit of constantly shifting her shoulders,
as if she were always shrugging on a jacket to leave. In the club her
expression remained so placid that Asha wasn't sure if she was listening
to anything she had been saying. This both annoyed and excited her.
Every slow, deliberate movement Fin made was like a hand, dragging fingers
up and down Asha's spine. So what did that mean?, she wondered. She
wasn't gay; in fact, she wouldn't even consider herself bi-sexual--although
she might as well have been; there was no mistaking the swelling of
her body for anything other than raw desire.
When Fin leaned forward and cupped Asha's breasts, the flutter in the
other woman's chest was a delightful surprise--although it was closer
to a shift in breathing than any matter of the heart. Asha watched her
intently, her eyes wet on Fin's mouth. She was surprised at the softness
of her hands, the easy shift and tug of muscle and skin. When they kissed
the first time, it was more like a consensual peck on the lips. They
kissed once, twice, and then Fin suddenly pulled back and stared at
Ferrik, whose right hand was resting on her shoulder. Ferrik quickly
removed the offending hand. "I don't like to be touched" She said matter-of-factly,
"Why don't you go watch us?" Ferrik looked at Asha, who nodded. "Sure.
Okay." He said, and he climbed off the bed and walked over to the corner,
plopping down into the plush green chair.
The two women kissed again, and as the first touch of Fin's hot tongue
seared through her, Asha had to hold her breath to keep from moaning
very loudly. They continued to kiss, and it took so much energy to keep
from shaking uncontrollably, that all Asha had the strength to do was
close her eyes and tilt her back, as Fin gripped her arms and pressed
kisses against her parted lips. Fin pushed against her body, nudging
her backwards, and Asha let herself fall back onto the mattress. She
squirmed as Fin's lips moved from her mouth to her chin and then farther
down, painting a map down the slope of her neck and shoulders.
Ferrik rarely ever went down on her, so Asha never worried about the
smell of herself when they were making love, but as Fin continued to
press kisses against her belly, the room grew hot with the sharp, sticky
smell of her aroused cunt, and she didn't know whether to be embarrassed
or pleasantly surprised. Fin brushed her chin against the soft curl
of ebony hair between Asha's legs, teasing with her lips. And then with
her tongue, Fin split her like a leaf, surging against the heat that
bled from her body. Asha inhaled sharply through her teeth. Her first
reaction was to leap from the bed. As Fin's right hand explored the
sensitive folds of her flesh, she could feel Ferrick's blue eyes watching
them. She knew him well enough to know that his own hand was steady
at work.
Fin's tongue slowly circled her clit over and over again, unzipping
her. The steady unraveling began deep in her belly and spread to the
distended muscles in her clenched jaw. And then it continued to spread,
slowly stripping her of every strand of self-control. Fin slid her tongue
down the front of Asha's clit and circled her pussy hole, licking the
thick sheet of moisture that continued to grow there. And then she thrust
her tongue deep inside, and Asha gave up trying to lay still. She writhed
anxiously amongst the sweaty tangle of sheets, reaching with hips and
back for the heat of Fin's mouth, until the familiar hum began to overwhelm
her body. She wanted it to be over, needed that release, but at the
same time she felt so gloriously aroused that she didn't quite want
to let go. But the sensation was all too new, all too sudden for her,
and with a deep lusty groan, she slowly fell apart.
Afterwards Asha stared at the ceiling, her body buzzing like a disconnected
radio. She was off balance inside herself, and she couldn't figure out
what she was supposed to be feeling now. She heard a soft groan from
the corner of the room as Ferrik ejaculated. She turned her head away.
This had to be a dream.
Fin said nothing as she gathered up her clothes and began to quickly
put them on, shoving her arms into her shirtsleeves and bursting into
her jeans. Now that it was all over she was overwhelmed with an odd
feeling of distress. It was easy now, she was free to leave. Asha watched
Fin silently as she got dressed. "So we'll see you again?" she asked
finally, surprised at the hopefulness in her voice. Fin stood up and
jammed a worn brown baseball cap down over her head. "I don't think
so," she answered plainly. And with that, she picked up her bags and
left.
Ferrik walked over to the bed where Asha lay, dragging his boxers over
his narrow hips. "That was great huh?" He climbed into the bed next
to her and nuzzled his forehead between her shoulder and chin, sliding
his hand over the slope of her naked back. Asha closed her eyes. For
the second time that night, Asha found she could barely breathe.
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About the author: Toni Rae Knight was born in Nigeria and grew up
in Savannah, GA. She holds a BFA in Fine Arts and Creative Writing,
and lives in Clearwater FL, where she works as a graphic designer and
portrait artist. Toni is working on a graphic novel based on her literotica
series; Naked Love Stories. She has been published in Hercurve, and
writes lesbian erotica for her site; pheline.com "Desire is a huge part
of my life. I am 'inspired' by food, contemporary poetry, and foreign
films. I look forward to empowering other talented writers/artists,
who are intelligent as well as sexy."
