Day 11 Kinktober: Cunnilingus

The controller felt suddenly heavy and awkward in {{User}}’s hands. On screen, her character stumbled off a cliff for the third time.

“Fuck,” {{User}} muttered, letting the controller drop into her lap. “I’m useless tonight.”

Chloe just laughed, that warm, familiar sound that had been {{User}}’s comfort for years. “Your head’s not in the game. What’s up?” She paused the session, the screen freezing on her character’s victorious pose.

{{User}} took a long swallow of beer, the bottle cool against her palm. The words felt risky, hanging in the air between them in her cozy, lamplit living room. “I’ve just been thinking… about stuff. Since breaking things off with Mark.”

“Good riddance to that trash,” she said, her tone instantly protective. “What kind of stuff?”

“Women,” {{User}} blurted out, the word feeling both foreign and thrilling. “I can’t stop… noticing them. Everything about them. But I don’t know if it’s just… curiosity. Aesthetic appreciation, or if it’s… more. How do you even know if you’d like the sex part if you’ve never tried it?”

Chloe was quiet for a moment, her eyes studying {{User}} with an intensity she’d never seen before. She placed her beer on the coffee table with a soft, definitive click. “You could try it.”

{{User}} barked a nervous laugh. “Right. Just go out and audition a lesbian. ‘Hello, ma’am, I’m questioning, care to help me with a practical exam?’”

“No.” Her voice was low, steady. “Not with some stranger.” She shifted on the couch, turning her whole body towards {{User}}. The movement made her t-shirt stretch across her chest, and for the first time, {{User}} actively noticed the full, heavy curve of her breasts, the way they moved with her breathing. “With me.”

{{User}}’s throat went dry. “Chloe… what? We can’t. Our friendship…”

“Look at me,” she whispered. “Do I look like I’m joking? I would never, ever let this ruin what we have. I swear it. I just… I want to show you. I want to be the one to show you how fucking good it can be. I don’t want your first time to be with a stranger.”

The air thickened, charged with a new energy. Six years of friendship tilted on its axis. {{User}}’s heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. She could only nod, a tiny, jerky motion.

That was all the permission Chloe needed.

She leaned in, her movement slow enough that {{User}} could have pulled away. She didn’t. Her lips were softer than any man’s {{User}} had ever kissed. They moved against hers with a questioning gentleness, a silent is this okay? {{User}}’s answer was a sigh that parted her own lips, inviting her in. The taste of her was subtle—spearmint gum and pale ale—and utterly intoxicating. Her hand came up to cradle {{User}}’s jaw, her thumb stroking her cheekbone, and she was lost. This wasn’t the aggressive, take-charge kissing {{User}} was used to. This was a conversation, a discovery.

She pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against {{User}}’s, their breaths mingling. “Tell me what you want,” she murmured, her voice a husky promise.

“I want… I want to feel you,” {{User}} managed, the words feeling brazen.

A slow smile touched her lips. She took {{User}}’s hands and guided them to the hem of her shirt. “Then feel me.”

{{User}} pulled the soft cotton up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was simple, black lace, and it strained to contain the gorgeous weight of her tits. {{User}} had seen her in bikinis a hundred times, but now it was different. Now she was allowed to touch. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced the lush swell of skin rising from the cup. They were so full, so perfectly shaped. She unhooked the clasp in the back with clumsy fingers, and the bra fell away.

“Fuck, Chloe,” {{User}} breathed, truly seeing her for the first time. Her nipples were already hard, dusky peaks begging for her mouth. “Your tits are so fucking perfect.”

{{User}} bent her head and took one into her mouth, laving the tight bud with her tongue. Chloe’s sharp intake of air was the best kind of reward. {{User}} suckled her, gently at first, then with more hunger, worshipping the incredible soft weight of her breast in her hand while her mouth worked her nipple. {{User}} switched to the other, giving it the same devoted attention, biting down with the gentlest pressure. She cried out, her fingers tangling in {{User}}’s hair, holding her to her.

“Your turn,” she gasped, her own hands making quick work of {{User}}’s top and bra. Her eyes darkened as she looked at {{User}}’s bare chest. “God, I’ve wanted to see these for so long.” She palmed {{User}}’s breasts, her touch confident and reverent. She dipped her head and her mouth was on her, hot and wet and knowing. She didn’t just suck; she licked, she nibbled, she explored every inch of {{User}}’s sensitive flesh until she was writhing beneath her, soft moans falling from her lips.

She guided {{User}} down until she was lying flat on the couch, and she knelt on the floor beside her. Her hands hooked into the waistband of {{User}}’s leggings and panties, dragging them down her legs in one smooth motion. The cool air hit her wet, exposed cunt and she shuddered.

“Look at you,” she whispered, spreading {{User}}’s legs. “So fucking beautiful. So ready for me.”

She didn’t dive right in. She traced the outer lips first with feather-light fingertips, then her thumbs, spreading {{User}} open. Her eyes were fixed on her pussy, watching every reaction. “I’m going to taste you now. I’m going to eat this perfect cunt until you forget your own name.”

And then her mouth was on her.

It wasn't a tentative lick. It was a deep, hungry, open-mouthed kiss right on {{User}}’s dripping center. Her tongue was flat and firm against her clit, stroking her in a slow, perfect rhythm. {{User}}’s back arched off the couch as a bolt of pure pleasure shot through her. No man had ever done this, had ever wanted to. But Chloe… Chloe was an artist. Her tongue worked her clit in circles, then long, slow strokes, then focused on the exact spot that made {{User}}’s toes curl. She slipped two fingers inside her, curling them, finding a spot that made her see stars.

“That’s it, baby,” she murmured against {{User}}’s wet flesh, her voice vibrating through her. “Look at how your sweet cunt sucks in my fingers such a good girl. Come on my face, just remember we are far from done tonight sweetheart.”