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The note had been simple– My place. 22 hundred.
Erica knocked on the door, her nervous energy radiating out of every part of her body.
The door finally slid open.
On the other side, Christine stood.
Erica couldn't help but notice Christine's nipples straining against her thin t-shirt. “Wow,” Erica whistled, looking over her shoulder, before looking back at Christine, “Can I come in?”
“Be my guest,” Christine smirked.
With a swish, the door closed behind them.
Christine grabbed her wrist, pulling her into a hug and a deep kiss, “I thought you wouldn’t come.”
Erica put a hand under Christine’s shirt, tweaking her nipple. Christine gasped softly, a broad smile spreading across her face.
“Take your clothes off,” Erica whispered, cupping her breast.
“You’re so demanding,” Christine whispered as she stepped back, her eyes locked with Erica. She tugged on the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head.
Erica dropped her head down, sucking on Christine’s nipple. Her hands wrapped around Christine’s back, her fingers digging into Christine’s warm skin.
“I want you,” Christine said in a husky breath.
Greedily, Erica nipped at her breast, “I’m all yours.”
Christine pushed her away. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her soft pajama bottoms, she slid them down dramatically.
“Get on the bed,” Erica said in a hasty breath, working off her shirt and pants.
Christine laid back on her bed, smirking. “Get up here,” she said, shaking her hair out.
“Look at you,” Erica whispered, sitting between Christine’s legs. She skimmed her fingertips along Christine’s long legs.
Christine shivered, holding her breath in anticipation.
“You’re just,” Erica traced up Christine’s hip, across her belly, and down, “you’re everything.” Slowly, she dragged her fingers through Christine’s well-maintained bush. The tuft of blonde hair was an inviting sight.
She stopped just short, “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” Christine’s voice was thick.
Erica dipped her hand down, spreading Christine open. She gave a low whistle, “You’re beautiful everywhere.”
Goosebumps covered Christine’s skin. Her thoughts spun for a comeback, but nothing materialized, “Thank you.”
Chuckling, Erica leaned her face down to kiss Christine’s thighs. Her soft kisses turned to gentle love bites as she slipped her hand down to rub her thumb against Christine’s clit.
The touch sent a jolt up her body, making her leg twitch. She gasped as Erica did it again.
“Shhh,” Erica reassured her, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” She coaxed Christine’s leg over her shoulder.
Christine leaned back into her elbows, reminding herself to relax.
Erica ducked her head down again, gently licking and sucking Christine’s clit as she squirmed. Erica’s hands dug into Christine, holding her down as best she could as she tasted her repeatedly.
“Fuck,” Christine breathed. She ground down, desperate for more.
Responding to the enthusiasm, Erica slipped two fingers into Christine’s cunt, lazily fucking her. She was taking it slow, drawing out the moment as best she could as Christine whined over and over again.
“You’re loud,” Erica remarked, pumping her fingers as hard and deep as possible.
“Sorry,” Christine blushed.
“No, I love it.”
Erica returned to what she was doing. With short, quick movements, she sucked on Christine’s clit. She was close, Erica could tell, her breathing subtly changing with every moment.
“I want you to come on my face,” Erica asked.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Erica buried herself in Christine, moving hard and fast as Christine reached her climax. As she drew closer, Erica could feel herself responding, her nipples straining against her sports bra, her own cunt wet.
With one final, dramatic, sharp breath, Christine was coming, every muscle in her body twitching. The legs splayed over Erica’s back, jerking her forward.
As she came down, Christine’s body began to relax. “That was…”
“Amazing?” Erica grinned stupidly from ear to ear.
“Something like that,” Christine said in a daze as she watched Erica climb up the bed between her legs.
“Let me fuck you,” Erica pleaded, kissing Christine.
Christine kissed back, slipping her tongue into Erica’s warm, wet mouth. Faintly, she could taste the linger of herself.
Erica reached up, rubbing Christine’s nipple. She gasped in response, throwing her head back.
“Is that all it takes?” Erica laughed.
“Please fuck me,” Christine whimpered.
Erica put a mouth on Christine’s nipple, sucking it roughly.
“Please fuck me,” Christine repeated.
Using her other hand, Erica massaged Christine’s free nipple.
“Fuck me,” Christine moaned, “Please fuck me.”
Suddenly, Erica stopped, scrambling off the bed, “Stay right there.” She ordered a dazed Christine.
She ran to the closet as quickly as possible, throwing around Christine's things until she found what they had hidden last time. There, buried beneath a dress uniform, was what she was looking for.
The strap featured a short, thick cock. Proportional, Erica figured, to her own body.
Awkwardly stepping into it, she shimmed her hips as she pulled it up.
Hidden away with the strap was a bottle of lube, which she generously emptied onto her hand.
“Lay back,” Erica directed when she was back at the bed.
Christine did as told, moving to lie against the pillow and letting her legs fall open.
Erica climbed onto the bed, positioning her strap as she aggressively lubed it up.
“Come on,” Christine whined.
“Just a second, baby,” Erica tried to regain her composure.
Grabbing the headboard for leverage, Erica slid into Christine, watching her face contorted into pleasure.
Experimentally, Erica moved her hips and was rewarded with Christine’s moaning.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” Erica whispered into Christine’s ear, punctuating the sentence with slow movements.
Christine whimpered, her eyes rolling back into her head.
It was all Erica needed, and she began to buck in a quick, steady rhythm.
She was blown away by how beautiful Christine was, her hair spilling over her pillow, her breasts bouncing with every movement.
A moment later, Christine was gasping, reaching for Erica and pulling her into a kiss.
“I’m going to…” she struggled to speak.
“I know, baby, I know,” Erica tried to keep her pace, to stay consistent, but she felt herself pick up speed.
Then Christine was coming, her head thrown back, a moan escaping her lips.
Erica stopped, watching greedily. “Fuck,” she whispered, “That was… you’re so…” she looked for the words, “Wow.”
Christine leaned up to kiss her, “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” Erica said, standing up, her knees like jelly, “you were the main show.”
“Do you want to stay?” Christine propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Erica slipped off the strap.
Erica’s eyebrow popped up, “Stay? Not worried about someone seeing me leave?”
Christine rolled her eyes, “Get in the bed.”
“As you wish, mistress,” Erica growled, climbing back into the bed