The Angel Across the Hall by pointless(killallhippes@gmail.com) any and all comments appreciated. codes: FF, college age, alcohol/drugs


Maria was an angel; there really was no other way to put it. Well, maybe savior or goddess or something like that, but angel just seemed to fit her better. She was a kind, merciful, loving spirit encased in a lovely body with a gentle face and a beautiful heart. Just when everything in Carrie’s life seemed bound, bent and determined to bring her to her knees in agonized surrender and defeat Maria appeared to make it all better which just her presence, her kind words and soft loving touch.

To think now that Carrie had almost shot Maria down when she made her first overtures of friendship was almost unbearable, but it was true. She’d almost missed out on the best thing to ever happen in her life because she didn’t know what to say when her beautiful, friendly new neighbor kindly invited over for a coffee that quickly turned into her first real friendship since moving out of her parents house into her brand new apartment a good hundred miles away from everyone and everything she knew. It was for a job and a chance to continue her education on her own time and with her own money at somewhere else besides the crappy party school she’d previously dropped out of. 

Not that any of that had anything to do with why she almost said no to Maria when she offered her a cup of coffee and some conversation while they both waited for the only two functioning dryers in their building to be empty. No, that was more because Carrie was just a naturally shy person. In fact, most people who knew her back home would have been shocked to even see her talking to Maria. She was just one of those people that took quite a bit of effort to meet new people and turn them into friends, but there was just something about Maria that made her feel almost instantly comfortable around her from the very first moment they ran into each other as well the many times that followed. 

It wasn’t that Maria did anything unusual. She just kept on trying until she broke through. It was almost like she actively wanted to befriend Carrie for some reason that Carrie just couldn’t fathom. Every time they ran into each other Maria just seemed to find a way to chip away just a little bit more of the wall Carrie put up around herself and Carrie just let her do it. Why? She had no idea, but she did. There was just something about her friendly new neighbor that made Carrie want to let her break down her defenses.

Maybe it was just loneliness brought on by the fact that she was so far away from home. Maybe it was just boredom with her life of classes and slaving away at a job that barely paid her rent and bills most months. Maybe it was just nice to see a friendly face that wasn’t checking out her tits or her ass whenever they thought she wasn‘t looking. She didn’t really know, but after about a month of making small talk in the laundry room and exchanging smiles in the hall she began to realize that she actually looked forward to it.

But it wasn’t only that. Maria was hardly the only person who made overtures of friendship to Carrie frequently. She was just the only one that even piqued her interests. Even the cute guy who worked at the gas station around the corner who made a habit of flirting with her in nice, low key fashion when she stopped in was usually rewarded with nothing more than a shy smile. Same for Marcus, her co-worker who wasted a lot of time and energy trying to talk her into going out with him after work or any number of men who just couldn’t help but try to pick her up no matter how many times she shyly shot them down for reasons that weren’t even clear to Carrie herself.

There was just something different about lovely Maria, with her bright green eyes, lovely light brown skin and long, silky looking black hair that made Carrie’s heart go all aflutter whenever she even hinted at going to a bar with Carrie in a casual, non-committed fashion. Even when Carrie was sure it was nothing but idle conversation between two twenty something girls she couldn’t help but hope that someday they actually would go to a bar or a club together or anywhere really and not just because she was bored or even lonely. No, deep down she knew there was something more, something deeper. Sadly, this feeling scared the crap out of her even though she occasionally got the feeling that she wasn’t the only thinking along those lines.

Of course, during moments when Carrie felt like being truly honest with herself, it was pretty easy to see that that feeling, that vague, little hint of mutual attraction was the reason she both feared and desired allowing Maria entry into her life. Not because it was the first she’d had those feelings. In fact, it wasn’t even the second or the third. No, Carrie had had those feelings many times before, but only once had she allowed herself to explore those feelings and it had been both the most wonderful and most depressing chapter of her young life. In one beautiful, glorious night she’d discovered what sex was truly all about and at the same time she’d destroyed a lifelong friendship in a way that could never be repaired. It was a memory of both overwhelming joy and deep, dark sadness, but it was a memory Carrie wouldn’t have given up for the entire world. Still, she obviously wished it could’ve ended better, but it hadn’t and that fact helped make it hard for her to try and find that good feeling again out of the fear that she’d only destroy another friendship by doing so.

The girl in question, Hanna was her name, had been her best friend for as long as Carrie could remember and they’d shared everything with each other over the many years of their friendship. Hanna had been there through thick and thin. Every event that seems so important when girls are young, every thing that builds those memories people grow to cherish and regret, had been shared between them both. They smoked their first cigarette together(and hated it), their first beer, first joint, skipped their first class and even lost their virginity on the same night, in the same house separated by only one thin wall and both found the experience equally lacking.

And through everything there was always something brewing just below the surface that they both felt, but could never articulate until one night when they were all alone, drunk on Boone’s Farms Strawberry Hill reminiscing about the night many years ago, by eighteen year old girl standards, they’d shared their first “practice” kiss laughing about the silliness of it all when it just kind of happened and before Carrie could even register it fully they were kissing once again.

And then again and again and then clothes were being tossed to the floor, kisses moved from softly exploring each other’s mouth to kissing and suckling each other’s breasts and beyond until they fell asleep in each other’s arms pressing their naked bodies together seemingly at peace with what they’d done. It had been the single best night of Carrie’s young life and she’d never slept better. Her dreams had been peaceful and everything seemed right with the world until she woke up the next morning to find herself alone.

Still, she’d only been mildly disappointed until she tried calling Hanna only to receive no answer. She even allowed herself to write it all off when Hanna still hadn’t answered or returned any of her phone calls a full week later, but when Carrie finally broke down and went to Hanna’s house to see what was up Carrie had finally run out of excuses. Hanna, Hanna’s mother had told her reluctantly and with more than a bit of sympathy in her voice, didn’t want to see Carrie, didn’t want to talk to her and didn’t want her to call her anymore. 

For a moment Carrie had stood there on her best friend’s doorstep absolutely stunned while Hanna’s mother tried her best to soften the blow until she just turned and walked back to her car completely and totally stunned. She’d even managed to make it halfway home before it finally hit her and the tears began to flow freely and barely stopped for what seemed like days, almost weeks after.  In fact, as summer drew to a close and she headed off to her first semester of college she was still not quite right. Even her mother, not usually the most caring parent in the world, had noticed and even tried to find what was wrong to no avail before Carrie headed off to school where she found some small amount of solace by throwing herself into her schoolwork and the softball team while ignoring almost all invitations of friendship for several long months.

It wasn’t until her second semester that she finally began to break out of her shell a bit and make friends again. Still, though, that was it. Just friends and nothing more. Even though opportunities to further explore the wonderful aspects of sex that she had discovered with Hanna arose more than once she never allowed it to advance past the flirtation stage. Oh, she’d wanted to more than once, but she could never find the strength to overcome her fear that it would just lead to more heartbreak and sadness and instead she just went without and settled instead for her fingers and toys and the occasional safe, and expected, but incredibly disappointing one night stand with some random, but emotionally safe guy.

Eventually she dropped out of college after her sophomore year, but that didn’t put an end to the frustrating boondoggle that was Carrie’s sex life. Every time she made friends with another woman it ended terribly as soon as she found herself developing feelings that went beyond friendship or worse sensed the same feelings from another woman. Her relationships with men were hardly different.  Every time she “befriended” a man it ended after a night or two of boring, bad sex and then she’d make herself scarce until they got the point and left her alone. 

And that was her sex life until she saved enough money to buy her own computer. Then her sex life became slightly more interesting if a bit more pathetic. Her miraculous discovery of the wonders of internet porn allowed her to explore the joys she’d denied herself in the safety and privacy of first her own room and then her own home. The internet also allowed her the freedom to flirt (and more) with other women through a filter. Carrie even allowed herself to make plans to meet a few, but she always chickened out at the last minute. 

She seemed destined at the young age of twenty three to be doomed to the life of a lonely spinster who’s only join in life was her small collection of sex toys and a hard drive full of girl/girl porn. In her sadder moments Carrie even contemplated getting a cat or seven just to make it official. As far as she was concerned she was doomed to live her life alone and unsatisfied for all eternity.

But then there was Maria, the beautiful and friendly girl across the hall who seemed to have no clue how much Carrie wanted her as they made idle conversation in the laundry room and hall. Maria also, Carrie was sure, had no idea how often she entered Carrie’s thoughts late at night when she was abusing herself to images and stories of women making love to other women. If Maria ever were to learn this Carrie was absolutely certain that she would be nothing short of horrified at the thought. Who wouldn’t be? As far as Carrie was concerned the answer to that last question was no one. 

Hell, even without knowledge of all the naughty, evil sexual thoughts constantly brewing in the back of Carrie’s mind Carrie still found it impossible to imagine that Maria could ever really seriously consider being her friend. Carrie’s self esteem was simply too low to imagine anything good coming into her life, so when Maria asked Carrie to her apartment for a friendly cup of coffee one slow, boring Saturday afternoon when neither had nothing at all to do besides wait for the dryers to empty at first she could think of nothing for a second. Her mind just went blank and she froze for what seemed like forever before a little voice that she wasn’t even sure was her own finally answered for her with a simple yes even as another much louder voice inside her head screamed out for her to run and hide. Still, she did as she said and followed Maria to her apartment forcing herself to smile and keep making small talk as they walked even as her insides tore themselves to shreds. 

Fifteen minutes later however she was laughing and chatting happily as Maria poured her a second cup of delicious, warm and perfectly bitter coffee as they got to know each other in the cozy confines of Maria’s wonderfully decorated apartment. As Maria kept refilling her cup and the conversation kept coming and coming Carrie quickly found herself getting more and more comfortable despite herself. By the time the coffee gave way to some ice cold Irish cream that evil little voice of fear deep in her mind was beginning to fade farther into the distance until Carrie, for the first time in what seemed forever, found herself actually having fun just being with another woman.

After that coffee together on laundry day quickly became something of ritual for them. Then coffee whenever they met in the hall or had free time away from work was added to the mix. This was followed by wine in the evenings on weekdays and soon the seemingly inevitable happened: Maria invited Carrie out to the club.

Of course, at first Carrie rejected the notion. After all, Maria had no idea how hard it was for Carrie to even drink wine with her. The inhibitions the alcohol loosened were almost maddening. Carrie was absolutely certain that one of those nights alone with Maria and a bottle of chardonnay the dam was almost certain to break, but she still kept right on doing it because it simply felt too good just to be around beautiful Maria sipping that delicious nectar and talking through whatever movie they were watching. Throw in some pumping beats, warm sweaty bodies and the sight of her crush dancing to that beat however, and it was just too much. Something bad was just bound to happen.

Luckily, however, Maria would have none of that. She absolutely insisted and left Carrie with no other choice: she was going to the club with Maria come hell or high water and that was all there was to it. Finally, Carrie caved.

“Okay, okay,” Carrie had said in defeat, “But on one condition: I’m not going there to pick up any guys.”

“Fine with me,” Maria had responded with an odd little smile before making Carrie shake on it and adding “It’s a date.”

After that Carrie tried to maintain her free and happy mask, but as the evening wound down and she crossed the hall to her own apartment Carrie’s mind was racing with both fear and anticipation. Still, the fear and anticipation were hardly enough to prevent her from heading straight to her room and fingering her pussy to a rapid and intense orgasm as she thought of Maria’s warm, sweaty body pressed up against hers dancing at first across her mind’s eye before Carrie’s imagination quickly took the image to a very lewd and sexual place. Then she did it all again and then again until she finally fell asleep from self induced exhaustion only to awake the next day and head to work under a fog of trepidation over what was to come in only a few days time.

As the weekend grew closer this odd mixture of fear and lustful anticipation seemed to hang over Carrie like a cloud. It was so bad that she was almost grateful when Maria had to work late on Thursday night and therefore couldn’t hang out just so she could have some time with her thoughts. Of course, the thoughts she was having were hardly what Carrie would call helpful as she basically spent the night splitting her time masturbating to internet porn like a horny teenage boy while picturing Maria in her head the whole time and pacing the floor worrying herself half to death over what was to come the following night.

When she woke up the next morning Carrie wasn’t any better.  She woke up feeling anxious and worried. She went to work feeling distracted and only half there. Even as she headed home she was still in a daze worrying about something she knew damned good and well she had no business being worried about. Of course, the knowledge that she was being an idiot worrying herself half to death over something that she should’ve been looking forward to didn’t make her feel any better. In fact, it only made her feel worse.

By the time she got home the fear and anxiety hadn’t abated one little bit.  She tried to distract herself by smoking a bowl and putting a bit of extra time and caution into picking out her clothes and getting ready, but as the time ticked away relentlessly her irrational fear just seemed to keep building and building. Her heart seemed to be threatening to pound its way out of her chest until Maria knocked on her door at exactly 7:45 in the evening dressed in a tight yellow t-shirt for some band Carrie had never heard of and low cut jeans that were tight in all the right places and the cutest pink tennis shoes for nice mix of sexy and casual. Carrie was almost stunned silent at the sight of her, but if Maria noticed she didn’t let it show. She only smiled sweetly and said “Ready?”

“Yeah, well, almost… I just…” Carrie started to lie before Maria interrupted her.

“That’s not what you’re wearing, is it?” Maria said with a frown as she looked Carrie up and down disapprovingly.

“What?” Carrie said sincerely. 

“Nope,” Maria said simply still frowning and gazing at Carrie’s body and the admittedly non-sexy clothes that she’d chosen to wear before reaching out and grabbing Carrie’s hand pulling her into Carrie’s own bedroom. “That is not going to work. C’mon, you need better clothes than this.”

“But… but…” Carrie tried to protest only to be silenced by Maria’s will.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Maria said calmly, but with a hint of playful defiance. “There is absolutely no reason a girl with a body like yours is going out to the club dressed like that. You look like a housewife. You need to show off your assets even if you‘re not trying to get laid.”

Carrie was at loss for words. Part of her was more than a little miffed at being led around by her hand by someone she barely knew while having her fashion questioned while another part was absolutely elated to hear Maria compliment her body. It was a fairly even matched battle that continued even as Maria opened her bedroom door and urged to find something better.

“But I just want to get drunk and dance,” Carrie finally spat out as Maria opened her closet. “I’m not trying to get picked up by guys or anything.”

“What does that matter?” Maria said vaguely as she continued to invade Carrie’s environment by searching through her closet before adding “Where’s that cute black t-shirt you have?”

“What?” Carrie asked somewhat taken aback by the fact that Maria had noticed a t-shirt of hers.

“You know,” Maria continued “That black one with the… Ah Ha!” and with that she pulled out the t-shirt in question and then continued searching through Carries clothes until she’d assembled an outfit from Carrie’s admittedly small selection that met with Maria’s approval and then told her to change. Carrie had no idea why she wasn’t pissed, but she wasn’t. There was just something about the whole thing that was both amusing and wonderful. It was also oddly elating to allow Maria to take control for a bit and she couldn’t help but like that.

Finally, after heading to the bathroom and changing into her new outfits of her tight black t-shirt, her favorite naturally holey pair of jeans and some sneakers she’d actually forgotten she’d owned Maria finally granted her permission to leave with her with a exclamation of “Sexy!” followed quickly by “Now let’s go get drunk and dance!” and then they were off.

By the time they got home Carrie was absolutely stunned by how much fun she’d just had. Maria was an absolute blast to hang out with it. Sure, she was a bit pushy at times, but as the night worn on Carrie found herself enjoying just going along with it all and enjoying every minute of it while wishing the night would never end. They both managed to drink themselves stupid while dancing wildly for almost three hours straight. Not with guys either, but which each other. Sure, some guys danced with them from time to time, but Carrie barely noticed as her eyes were locked on the lovely vision that was constantly before her dancing like a women possessed and claiming that nearly every song the DJ played was her favorite until Carrie just couldn’t take anymore thanks to her sore feet. Luckily Maria wasn’t the type to ignore her friends suffering and happily insisted that they go home.

Even the cab ride home was fun as Maria just talked and talked and even occasionally sang while encouraging both Carrie and the cab driver to join her which Carrie did gladly while the cab driver just checked them both out in the mirror and declined with a tired grin. Normally Carrie would’ve been deeply offended by the obvious ogle, but at that moment she couldn’t have cared less. She was far too busy laughing at the beautifully manic drunk girl sitting next to her singing along badly to Pat Benatar just for the hell of it. The laughter didn’t stop until they were at their respective doors where Carrie made to unlock hers and go to bed.

After that their weekends at the club became a permanent fixture in both of their lives. A fairly expensive fixture for Carrie, but one that was well worth it. Maria may have been slightly bossy and extremely extroverted in a way that completely contrasted itself with Carrie’s more introverted and relaxed way of being, but it worked. They were fast friends and they both seemed to love every minute of it even as they grew closer and learned more about the other.

Still, as they did get to know each other more Carrie couldn’t help but wonder about her new friend. Mainly, the more she got to know Maria the more Carrie found it unusual that Maria had very few friends even though she, like Carrie, was relatively new to town. For some reason she expected a girl like Maria to have simply tons of friends. She even said so one night while they were hanging out in Maria’s apartment sharing yet another bottle of wine while again pretending to watch a movie. Maria had just laughed it off and told her that she honestly didn’t want a bunch of friends before changing the subject so she could bitch about her boss.

Of course, as they grew closer, Carrie was hardly the only one shocked by the emptiness of the others life. Maria herself was shocked when Carrie let it slip over another bottle of wine on another night that she hadn’t had sex in almost a year. In fact, shocked wasn’t even the right word. Appalled and aghast at the travesty of it all was a much more accurate description of her reaction. The mere idea of a girl as cute as Carrie going without for that long was apparently an injustice of cosmic proportions in Maria’s world.

“How do you cope?” Maria said as the conversation wore on, “Do you at least masturbate? Dear god, tell me you at least masturbate. If you don’t I don’t think I can hang out with anymore. That’s just inhuman.”

“Of course I masturbate,” Carrie replied with a slightly embarrassed chuckle thanks only managing a response thanks mainly to the wine, but also in part because some of Maria’s openness was beginning to rub off onto her. 

“Oh, thank god,” Maria came back emphasizing her relief at hearing this with one of her many dramatic gestures. “I was almost convinced you were some kind of sexless monster disguised as a hot girl for a second there.”

“Oh, shut up,” Carrie had replied now laughing more out of true amusement than embarrassment even as she felt her heart warm up at Maria referring to her as hot. “It’s not that bad. Besides, guys suck. Having sex with them is a waste of time.”

“True, true,” was Maria’s reply to that before adding something that nearly blew Carrie’s mind. “But whoever said you just had to have sex with guys?”

Carrie barely managed to sputter out a “What?” in response before Maria’s cell phone rang and killed the most interesting conversation they’d had to date as Maria excused herself to talk to her boss leaving Carrie to her thoughts until fifteen minutes later when Maria came out of her bedroom and informed Carrie sadly that they’d have to call it a night because she had to go in to work much earlier then she’d originally thought and therefore needed to go to sleep. She then gave Carrie a friendly hug and told her to come by as soon as she got off work the next day before allowing Carrie to walk across the hall still in something of a daze.

The rest of that night was a blur of confused thoughts and wanton masturbation at the mere thought that Maria, beautiful, wonderful Maria, had really said what Carrie thought she’d said. Her poor vibrator got a major work out and actually ran out of juice before she was done with it as Carrie’s drunken brain kept flashing with images of Maria making love to faceless woman over and over again until Carrie passed out from sheer exhaustion only to be woken again and again by dreams of a similar bent.

The next few days were once again a strange kind of living hell for Carrie. She kept waiting for Maria bring it up again, but it never happened and Carrie just couldn’t bring it up herself. Oh, they still talked about sex. They were both fairly normal young women, but they never got back to the idea that it was okay for girls to have sex with girls. They never even got close. Even when, with some alcohol fueled bravery on her side, Carrie tried to subtly steer the conversation in that general direction Maria found a way out of it. By the time Saturday night came around that week with their standing plans to go to the club Carrie was beginning to think that it might somehow have been the opening to some odd, awkward joke all along or maybe something Maria hadn’t meant to say.

Still, their plans stayed the same despite Carrie’s frustration and confusion. When Saturday night came Carrie was at Maria’s door to make sure she was wearing Maria approved clothing the usual half hour too soon just in time to catch Maria wrapped in a towel that wasn’t quite big enough to cover everything as she answered the door with her usual smile dripping with water and looking absolutely stunning as she did so. So stunning, in fact, that Carrie actually had to concentrate to stop her eyes from taking in every square inch of visible flesh and make herself respond appropriately to the invitation to come on in being offered by this beautiful vision before her. The knowing smirk that flashed ever so briefly across Maria’s  before she turned away to head back to the bathroom as she politely offered Carrie free reign over her living room.

In the short time she’d been friends with her neighbor this was the closest Carrie had come to seeing Maria naked and after the thoughts that had been awakened in her sex starved mind following their abortive conversation from a few days back it was almost too much.  Still, she tried to take a deep breath, clear her head and relax and had even succeeded before Maria popped back out of the bathroom a few minutes later no longer dressed only a towel, but still hardly what one would call dressed in tiny, black boy shorts and nothing else as she made idle conversation and dried her hair in a way that made her not insubstantial breasts bounce hypnotically before she turned back around the corner leaving Carrie stumbling for a response to a question she’d barely heard. 

Apparently Carrie did a fairly good of a job of guessing at a good answer and after that nothing else of much interest happened until Maria, fully dressed, dried and smelling vaguely floral popped out of her bedroom, grabbed Carrie by the hand playfully and together they half walked, half skipped out to the parking lot to smoke a cigarette and wait for the cab which arrived only moments later. Carrie, with a good bit of effort, managed to maintain her cool as they waited even though naughty thoughts kept running through the back of her mind. 

By the time they made it to the club and did their usual scan of the crowd on the way to the bar Carrie was almost completely back to normal, but there was just something about Maria that seemed a bit off. It was nothing obvious, really. It was mainly just an edge to her behavior that wasn’t quite the standard fare. It was so subtle that after a couple of drinks and some more scanning as they waited for the music to really start pumping and the floor to fill with lovely young bodies Carrie had almost managed to convince herself that it was all in her head. Maria wasn’t touching her any more than usual and those nonexistent touches weren’t lingering any longer than normal. The twinkle in Maria’s eye was just a trick of the lights and the wicked edge to Maria’s usual smirk was all in Carrie’s head. It was all just wishful thinking and nothing more.

After a few more drinks and some actual dancing Carrie was absolutely certain that it was all in her head. There was nothing different about Maria’s behavior. She was just being her usual vivacious self. Dancing, laughing, and flirting randomly with anyone who crossed her path. There was nothing strange, no hidden messages or anything of the sort. Carrie was just seeing what she wanted to see. She was sure of it.

A few more drinks and some more dancing later, however, and Carrie’s certainty had begun to abandon her once again. The DJ was, as usual, starting to get a bit merciless. The music seemed to be getting louder, the beat seemed to driving harder and faster and the floor seemed to be simply packed with young, sweaty bodies pressing against each other as the alcohol(among other things) clouded everyone’s minds and Carrie found herself losing control of her senses.

Now, it was hardly unusual for Carrie and Maria to dance together. Neither girl minded the feel of the others body pressed against their own. In fact, Carrie loved it for obvious reasons, but until the other night she’d always assumed that for Maria it was nothing more than dancing and a bit of tease for the guys whose eyes always found their way towards them when they were dancing close and Carrie didn’t blame them one little bit considering Maria’s idea of dancing close was essentially grinding her various body parts against Carrie in a very close approximation of stand up sex. It was torture, but it was a form of torture she both loved and was willing to suffer.

As Carrie placed her hands on Maria’s hips and felt Maria’s hot, sweaty body pressing against her own while the beat filled her mind and body Carrie had no reason to expect that that night would be any different. She could already feel her arousal building to a point that if she’d been sober she would’ve been forced to blush with embarrassment and shame, but at the moment she simply did not care. Then, however, something absolutely wonderful happened that scare her half to death, something that went well beyond teasing or playful sensuality that Carrie was used to seeing from her friend. Maria kissed her and Carrie, without a second’s hesitation kissed her back.

For several long seconds that seemed to last for a small eternity there they were alone in the middle of crowded dance floor locked in a loving embrace while several drunken, pervy men (and a fair share of women) cheered them on enthusiastically. Not that Carrie heard the cheers. Not right away, anyway. No, for the duration of that wonderful, steamy embrace she was lost in the feel of her lips playing gently against Maria’s as their tongues reached out to each other and their hands began to paw wantonly at each other’s bodies. They were no longer dancing. They were just two people lost in a wonderful moment until suddenly the moment was over in a flash of guilt and shame.

It was Carrie who broke the kiss once her brain returned to its normal, fearful state. Maria seemed perfectly content to keep it going for a good while longer, but Carrie, in her panic, completely failed to notice that all important fact. Even as Maria smiled at her before using her hand to pull Carrie back into another kiss Carrie could do nothing but apologize for no reason before turning and leaving the dance floor.

Carrie would’ve ran if it had been possible. If there weren’t so many people about packed tightly together like sardines she would’ve been gone in a flash. She wouldn’t have even thought twice about running the eight miles back to her apartment leaving her lovely neighbor to wonder what exactly had gone wrong with their perfect moment. As it was she only managed to get just outside of the club and onto the sidewalk before she felt a soft, sweaty hand grasping her own with gentle force that caused her to turn on her heals until she was once again staring into Maria’s beautiful eyes. Carrie had just enough time to begin spitting out a tearful apology before she was once again locked in another sweet, lustful kiss that killed any attempt to continue speaking.

Once again there were whoops of approval from the small crowd hanging outside waiting for cabs and simply loitering about, but this time Carrie didn’t even notice. The little voice of doubt in the back of her head was now silent. The only thing she was feeling or thinking was how wonderful it all felt. She was so lost in the sensation that she wasn’t even brought back to reality when Maria pushed her up against the hard cement wall and pressed herself against Carrie’s body. Carrie’s head actually bounced off the wall a little, but it didn’t matter. She no longer cared. Her mind was lost and all she knew was that this was the single greatest moment of her life.

Sadly, it couldn’t last forever. They were far too drunk to control themselves. Hands were going places that were ill advised in such a public setting. It was inevitable that someone would put a stop it especially when Carrie’s hands found their way past the waist of Maria’s jeans to feel her soft panty clad ass. Still, that hardly stopped them from getting more than a little pissed when a bouncer from the club broke them apart as the throng of onlookers booed and hissed in the background. 

How the large mountain of a man remained calm as Maria yelled at him and the drunken voyeurs called him a fag and other less than politically correct things was beyond Carrie, but he did. It took him and Carrie a full five minutes to calm Maria enough for them to get in a waiting cab where Carrie had just enough time to tell the driver where they lived before she was once again locked in another embrace with Maria that lasted until they seemingly magically appeared at their apartment in what seemed a record time. The driver had a very large grin on his face and obvious erection as Maria threw a couple twenties at him and pulled Carrie from the cab and made her run with her up the stairs to Maria’s apartment while Carrie laughed both nervously and with a touch of pure amusement until they were finally alone in Maria’s living room.

“What are we doing?” Carrie said in a breathless voice as she leaned against the door both to catch her breath from the run up the stairs and to keep her balance. They were the first real words she’d spoken directly to Maria since trying to apologize for the kiss she didn’t initiate. She was answered by another kiss, but that wasn’t enough. It was a serious question that required an answer, so reluctantly she broke the kiss and repeated the question.

“I know you want this,” was the somewhat terse response that Carrie received from Maria who was obviously a bit perturbed that Carrie wanted to talk.

“How?” Carrie said in a quieter voice actually curious if she’d been so transparent in her more than just friendly interest in her neighbor.

“Please don’t question it,” Maria responded looking somewhat pained, her voice pleading for this conversation to be over. “I know you want this. I want it too. I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you moving boxes into your apartment. Do you have any idea how long ago that was?”

“But…” Carrie began only to be interrupted.

“There’s no but. Haven’t you ever noticed that I never have any guys over? Haven’t you ever noticed that I never really dance with anyone else but you? We both want this Carrie. I know we do. Stop wasting time questioning shit. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, I’ve wanted to taste you, to kiss you’re body, to make you come, to fuck you for so long and I know you have, too. I can see it in your eyes, Carrie. I see it every time you look at me. Don’t over analyze it. Just let it happen. If you’re worried about regrets, don’t. Just let it happen. Please, just let me make love to you.”

There was nothing Carrie to say to any of that. It was all so absolutely true, as reasonable and right as anything as unreasonable as lust and love could be. Maria wanted Carrie and Carrie wanted Maria. What else was there to say? Carrie couldn’t think of a thing. Instead she simply decided to just do as Maria said and give in to her desires and for the first time she brought her lips to Maria‘s and once again they were locked together in a kiss. 

This time there was no doubt, no hesitation and nothing to interrupt them as they kissed and fondled each other. Once again Maria pushed Carrie back against the wall as they remained near the door. Neither girl wanted to be the one to break up the embrace almost afraid that to do so would be invite more pointless questioning, but they needn’t have worried. As hands began to feel for bare flesh and make their way down the back of Maria’s pants and up the front of Carrie’s shirt there were no more questions to be asked.

When Maria’s gentle hands found their way to Carrie’s small, soft breasts Carrie could only sigh and bury her hands down the back of Maria’s jeans to squeeze and knead Maria’s silky smooth cheeks and pull Maria tighter to her. The kiss deepened and Maria’s soft caress became more aggressive until the sigh became a groan. 

Still, they just stood there by the door unable to pull away from each other even as their mouths separated and their kisses began to migrate. Their hands migrated as well. Maria’s soft touch found its way to Carrie’s back and then downward while Carrie was drawn to Maria’s soft bosom and on and on as they tried to taste and touch every square inch of each other that they could as they stood there pressed together. 

T-shirts were pushed upward and jeans unbuttoned. Soon they were an absolute tangled mess, but still they did not move from where they stood. Not even when Maria’s hand found its way down the front of Carrie’s panties nor when Carrie, after a moment of pause brought on by an involuntary shiver, returned the favor. Fingers began to explore the soft, wet folds of both girls aroused pussies and hips began to gyrate in response as their mouths returned to each other.

It didn’t take long however for both Maria and Carrie to cease their exploration and begin to finger each other in earnest. They continued to try kiss to each other, but they met with limited success. They were both simply too aroused, too keyed up to even think about restraint and they didn’t. After only a few moments of vigorous digital stimulation both Maria and Carrie were almost panting into each others mouth as their knees threatened to buckle and their pussies quivered and clenched around the other’s probing fingers almost in unison and then their knees turned to rubber and they collapsed on the floor.

Maybe it was the alcohol that was still coursing through their bloodstreams, maybe it was because they just spent the night dancing and their legs finally decided they’d had enough or maybe it was just the fact that orgasms they’d just given each other were simply too intense for their young bodies to handle. The reason was unimportant. It was the result that counted and the result was just too much for the two drunk girls to handle and soon they were laughing loudly at themselves as Carrie rested on top of Maria’s shoes with Maria more or less on top of her.

They laughed for a good minute or more. They weren’t sure and they were hardly keeping track. All they knew was that by the time they stopped both Maria and Carrie were actually in pain from it all. Not enough pain to stop them from wanting to kiss each other one more time nor enough to stop them from chuckling into each other’s mouth as they did so.

“That was fucking awesome,” Carrie in a quiet, happy voice after the kiss broke, “But I don’t think your shoes like my back too much.”

“Ah,” Maria said in a playfully mocking tone before placing a kiss on Carrie’s forehead. “Poor baby.”

“Shut up. You’re not the one with a heel jabbing you in the back,” Carrie came back quickly. This time Maria didn’t respond with words. Instead she kissed Carrie one more time then slowly and somewhat clumsily got up and pulled Carrie up with her and kissed her one more time before taking Carrie’s hand and leading her into her bedroom.

Upon entering Maria didn’t bother to close the door or turn on the light. She also didn’t get on the bed immediately or even kiss Carrie once again. Instead she just turned towards Carrie and stood there looking into Carrie’s eyes for a long second still holding Carrie’s hand in her own. She’d smiled at Carrie and Carrie smiled back somewhat nervously waiting for something to happen. 

“Are you nervous?” Maria said in a soft voice as they stood their together in the semi-dark room lit only by the street light outside.

“Yes,” Carrie responded in an even softer voice than Maria’s. She wanted to lie, to sound brave, but she couldn’t. Even after what had just happened at the club and in the taxi and the first moment they were truly alone Carrie could still feel butterflies fluttering about in her stomach at the thought of making love to Maria. Their mutual collapse at the door had apparently brought them both back down to earth a little bit, but that didn’t stop Carrie from wanting Maria any less than before.

“Don’t worry,” Maria said her voice still quiet and gentle as she reached for Carrie’s face to stroke her cheek lightly while lessening the amount of space between them. Carrie took a deep breath as she closed her eyes in anticipation as Maria closed the gap between them slowly.

“I‘m not worried, I just…” Carrie began almost without thinking her eyes opening slightly to see Maria‘s face coming closer causing her stop talking

“Shhh,” Maria responded with another smile there lips once again mere centimeters apart.

“I jus…” Carrie started again only to be quieted by another a shushing sound from Maria and a finger on her lips.

“Don’t worry about it, Carrie. I know, you know, we both know that we both want this. That’s all that matters. Now shut up and let me kiss you.” And with that Maria closed the distance between the completely and once more they were kissing.

For a long minute there they stood in Maria’s room just kissing and holding each other. The nervousness was once again fading into the background. The urgency of earlier was also absent. Both were replaced with a feeling of glorious contentment and joy at the feel of this simple, soft kiss shared between two close friends that seemed to go on and on until Maria once again pulled away from Carrie.

“I think it might be time to go to bed, don’t you?” Maria said and Carrie could only nod in response before Maria continued “Good. Now… if you don’t mind…” For a second Carrie was confused at this last bit until she felt Maria’s hands pull on her t-shirt that had been shoved up past her breasts and then she raised arms to allow Maria to take it off of her. Next she followed Maria’s hints and returned the favor before sitting down to allow Maria to pull off first her shoes and socks followed by her jeans and then her panties leaving her naked on the edge of Maria’s bed as she watched Maria’s pants fall to the floor with her panties and took in the sight of her beautiful neighbors thin, lovely brown body with her lovely just right breasts, smooth flat tummy and beautiful shaved pussy. 

Even in the relative darkness of Maria’s room she knew it was simply the most beautiful body she’d ever seen. With in moments though she no longer had to settle for just the darkened image as, with small step to the side from Maria, it was now being bathed in a soft yellow light from beside Maria’s bed. Her lovely neighbor was even more stunning in the light.

Maria seemed to feel to same way as she stood for a moment obviously taking in Carrie’s equally lovely body with her eyes. Carrie had never experienced anything like this before. She almost blushed, but somehow she managed not to through some miracle even as Maria again closed the small amount of distance between them and leaned over for a quick kiss.

“I hope you don’t mind the light, but I never make love in the dark,” Maria said before pushing Carrie onto her back and urging her to scoot towards the center of the bed. Maria then crawled onto the bed herself and crouched over Carrie’s body before kissing her again and continuing, “I want to see you and I want you to see me.” Maria followed this with another kiss while allowing a hand to begin tracing invisible lines up and down Carrie’s body as Carrie sighed softly into Maria’s mouth from the combination of it all.

Maria kisses seemed to be intoxicating. Carrie never wanted them to leave her lips. It was such a simple pleasure, but it was such a loving, intimate one that she just wanted to keep going on and on, but it was not to be. Not that the kisses stopped. Quite the contrary, really. Maria just had no intention of only kissing Carries soft, warm lips and instead seemed to desire to kiss every inch of her new lover that she could. Any disappointment Carrie may have felt over this was short lived as she quickly discovered the pleasures of a patient lover exploring her body.

At first the kisses remained mostly confined to Carrie’s face, paying special attention to her earlobes and her neck. Occasionally Maria’s soft, flexible tongue would slide out to lick or tease some sensitive spot and Carrie would find herself squirming just a little bit in response. Maria’s teeth also made an occasional appearance, but not too much and always in a gentle way that also met with approval from Carrie’s body. Maria’s hand also managed to find several nerve endings that Carrie had never been aware of before as it continued to trace across her skin with no purpose beyond just touching and exploring.

Carrie’s hands were also doing a bit of exploring in their own way as they moved slowly across Maria’s smooth skin. At first she kept them on Maria’s back sliding up and down the smooth skin there, but eventually, as Maria’s attentions began to wander lower so did Carrie’s. Not to Maria’s lovely bottom, but to the wondrous, pillow like mounds that were Maria’s breasts. She squeezed them, held them, caressed them and just generally enjoyed the feel of them in her hands. 

The small, brownish nipples at the center of each breast were especially fun to tease and caress. Every time her hands found their way to one or both Maria seemed to jump just a little or sigh softly. It was such a wonderful feeling for Carrie to know that she could make the lovely girl who was now kissing her way slowly down Carrie’s body with such a simple gesture. 

Soon, however, she discovered an even better feeling when Maria finally kissed her way down to Carrie’s breasts. Carrie’s hands quickly found their way to Maria’s soft mane of hair. Not only because it was becoming a bit of a stretch as Maria continued to maneuver herself down Carrie’s body, but also because as Maria began to suck and nibble on her nipples she began to find it hard to concentrate on trying to make Maria squirm as her body began to react to the stimulation it was receiving.

It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel so good just by playing with her breasts, just by licking and nibbling the soft flesh with patience and tenderness. No man had ever managed it. At most they’d just taken the time to get the nipples hard and then moved on. Even her one previous female lover hadn’t done much more than that, but Maria was. 

It wasn’t like Maria just sucking on her nipples non-stop, either. No, she was making love to Carrie’s entire breast, teasing out sighs with an experts touch even when she was completely ignoring the sensitive bumps of flesh at the center. Even the soft little nips she placed on the tender flesh of her breasts were shiver inducing.

Of course, when Maria did deem it necessary to lick, suck or nibble on one of Carrie’s nipples it was exquisite. There was no other word for it. Everything was just perfect. Maria seemed to just know what to do to make Carrie groan and shiver with just the slightest flick of her tongue or a quick bite. After a few minutes she could almost swear she was simply dripping from her cunt. She’d never been more aroused in her life. 

She was almost disappointed when Maria’s sweet mouth began to move even further down her body. Even though Maria’s destination was clear Carrie couldn’t help but let out a whine of disappointment when Maria began to kiss her way slowly down her ribs. Maria had just smiled at Carrie and giggled lightly before continuing to Carrie’s tummy where she worked her way to Carrie’s navel and gave the piercing there a kiss. She then made sure to kiss Carrie’s belly a few more times before once again heading south.

As Maria’s sweet face got closer and closer to Carrie’s pussy Carrie found herself staring down at Maria intensely. Her hands left Maria’s head as Maria inched her down Carrie’s belly at a tortuously slow pace and instead Carrie reared up on her elbows to watch and will Maria to her pussy until Maria pushed back and made her lay down again while saying in a sweet, sultry voice “Relax.” Carrie did as she was told for a good ten seconds and then she found herself tensing up and letting a loud groan as Maria’s placed a kiss on her pussy.

The kiss was soft, barely even a touch, but it was enough to make Carrie quiver and Maria laugh a little despite herself before veering off to place another equally soft kiss at the junction of Carrie’s thigh followed by a lick and another more vigorous kiss before moving to the other side and doing much the same while Carrie continued to squirm under Maria’s teasing attentions.  The squirming and the soft, little moans only seemed to encourage Maria to tease Carrie even more and she did just that as she kissed and licked almost every square millimeter of flesh on Carrie’s crotch and inner thighs except the wonderfully moist and puffy lips of her pussy and the sensitive, hooded nubbin of Carrie’s clit.

Carrie was now positively dripping with arousal. Her pussy almost ached with need. She simply couldn’t hold out much longer. The teasing was wonderful and it was great to finally have a lover who wasn’t either too nervous to be patient or simply too inconsiderate to care, but she needed to come soon or she felt she might explode. Luckily for her Maria had taken notice of the somewhat frustrated tone in Carrie’s moans, groans and deep, loud sighs and even as she continued to tease her by biting Carrie’s inner thigh once more Maria knew it was finally time to fully taste her new lover.

Carrie’s reaction was instant and satisfying for both of them.  As soon as Maria reached out her tongue to lick her way up then down Carrie’s moist slit Carrie’s back arched and she hissed loudly as she took a deep, quick breath which she managed to hold in for several long seconds until Maria’s fingers spread her open and gave her another long, slow lick. At the point it all came out in one long, loud groan that filled the room as Carrie thrust her hips towards Maria’s mouth. Her hand found Maria’s head once more and pulled Maria tightly to her as their eyes met and Maria began to truly make love to Carrie.

For the next few minutes the bedroom was filled with the panting moans of Carrie as she humped herself against Maria’s face in an almost violent fashion and Maria, hiding her smile on the inside, ate Carrie’s beautiful, fragrant and deliriously delicious pussy like a woman possessed. Maria didn’t even think of trying to stop Carrie from humping her face or pulling her hair. The most she did was place her hands on Carrie’s thighs to hold them open as latched on to Carrie’s cunt with her mouth and did her best to hold on for the duration of the ride.

Maria didn’t have to hold on for very long at all. Maybe it was just the excitement of the moment, the fact that Carrie’s most secret wish had come true or maybe Maria really was just that good with her mouth. It didn’t matter, really. It just didn’t matter at all. All that Carrie and Maria knew was the after a few moments of intense oral stimulation Carrie’s body and mind seemed to exploding with pleasurable sensations as the most intense pleasure of her young life coursed its way through her. Her movements became erratic, her breathing stopped and started, her hips humped violently one moment and then froze in place the next as the muscles of her abdomen clenched and unclenched and her head fell back on the bed while Maria just kept licking and sucking away. 

No words escaped Carrie as the wave rode through her. In fact, she barely made any sound at all beyond the noise of labored, erratic breathing. Maybe a few sounds that came out something like high pitched squeaks, but that was all. There just was nothing really to say. It was all just so perfect that words could only cheapen it. 

If that had been the last thing she felt before dropping dead on Maria’s bed she would’ve died a happy woman, but luckily she was both very much alive and Maria was nowhere close to being satisfied with just two measly orgasms from Carrie. She hadn’t even thought of stopping as the waves made their way through Carrie. In fact, making Carrie come as quickly as she had just done only made Maria more determined to make her come again. 

The third orgasm for Carrie took a bit longer than the first two. She was more relaxed, more in control of herself. Even when Maria began to insert her long, thin fingers inside of her Carrie managed to control herself better than before. It took effort, but she managed it just so she could prolong the sensation just a little bit longer. Maria too seemed content to slow their love making just a tad if only to allow herself more time to taste Carrie’s sweetness and enjoy the feeling of making another girl squirm under her touch.

“Oh,” Carrie said in a soft voice as Maria lapped at her clit and pumped two of her fingers in and out of Carrie’s cunt. “That’s so good… so… oh!” Her words were lost as Maria inserted a third finger inside of her.

“Do you have any idea how good you taste?” Maria said momentarily prying her mouth away from its work only to once again cut off any response by spreading her fingers a bit inside of Carrie while going back to work on her pearl. It was that, the words, the fingers and Maria’s devilish tongue that finally brought about the Carrie’s third come of the night. Not instantaneously, but it was the beginning of the cascade. 

“Oh god,” Carrie said only seconds before it hit her, “I think… I…” The next sound out of Carrie’s mouth wasn’t a word exactly. It was more a long, deep scream of pure pleasure as she came with a full body shudder. Her hands instantly found their way back to Maria’s long, silky mane to once again hold her mouth tightly to her pussy as she quaked and squirmed and even squirted a little while her pussy clenched around Maria’s fingers.

Then something amazing happened, something Carrie had only read about in smutty little stories. As she came and while Maria mercilessly kept right on attacking Carrie’s clit with her mouth while fucking Carrie hard with her fingers Carrie could’ve sworn that she felt another orgasm building on top of the one that was still racking her beautiful young body. It was impossible and yet, just as that third orgasm faded and she was just beginning to think about trying to catch her breath it hit her and it hit her hard and then it hit her again and then again and then, with an amazing show of strength of will she had to put a stop it and instead of holding Maria’s face tightly to her pussy she was pushing her away and making Maria remove her  now sticky, wet fingers from her pussy as she gasped for breath and wallowed in the glorious afterglow of three, no four, wonderful orgasms right on top of each other.

“Oh my fucking god,” Carrie said and then repeated it a couple more times in quick succession while Maria laughed lightly and crawled on top of Carrie to give her a quick kiss that became more quite rapidly only to be broken up a moment later by Maria‘s amused but questioning face.

“Did you…” Maria said with a proud smile already glued to her face before amending herself and continuing. “Did I just give you multiple orgasms?” Carrie could only laugh at this and nod before pulling Maria back into a kiss after she gained control of her smile enough to make it possible.

There were a few more breaks for laughter and teasing, but soon the kiss became another healthy make-out session as the girls pawed at each other and their kisses traveled around each other’s face and necks and they rolled around the bed with each other for several long minutes until they finally settled back in the middle with Carrie on top as they enjoyed the feeling of their bodies, now covered in a thin patina of sweat, pressing and sliding against each other.

It felt good to do just that and only that and, honestly, Carrie could’ve done it for hours. There was something else on her mind, however. Something that just seemed more and more necessary as the moments ticked on and their kiss lingered, but something which had been on her mind long before this night had turned out the way it did. It was something she’d wanted to do ever since she first saw the beauty that lived across the hall who was now underneath her and who had just made her come in ways she had never thought possible. In short, Carrie wanted to taste Maria and give to her at least a portion of what Carrie herself had just received.

Still, it was hard to pull herself away from the simple, relaxing pleasure of just laying a top of her friend kissing her and enjoying the contact. The longing to give pleasure and not just receive it was strong though. It pulled on Carrie despite the fact that she was also more than a little nervous about going down on another girl for the first time in quite awhile. It wasn’t enough to kill her desire. It just delayed her a little while as she gathered her courage and then began to make her way down Maria’s body.

Carrie wasn’t quite as slow or patient as Maria had been, but she still endeavored to take as much time enjoying her new lover’s body as much as possible. Kissing and suckling on Maria’s nipples, kissing her way across her breasts, feeling Maria squirm a little under her and coo in response was all so wonderful and exciting. The taste of Maria’s sweat and the softness of her skin as Carrie kissed it was intoxicating. Even the way Maria seemed to shiver involuntarily when Carrie’s hair brushed the sensitive skin of her belly as Carrie scooted further down her body was beyond pleasing. Words would just never be enough to describe any of it ever.

Words also would have failed to describe the draw of Maria’s wet, aroused pussy as Carrie worked her way downwards. The smell, the warmth it radiated and, finally, the visual beauty of it when Carrie finally found herself face to face with it was simply glorious. A virtually hairless slit with just the thinnest layer of peach fuzz obscuring its lines. The lips were puffed up with arousal and it almost shined from wetness in the soft light of Maria’s bedroom. It was so beautiful that Carrie actually found herself staring at it in almost stunned disbelief until Maria laughed at her in her usual light manner.

“First time?” Maria asked and Carrie was almost offended, but quickly shook it off when she realized that they’d really never discussed it before. Also, in a way it was her first time. Her one and only sexual experience with another woman (or girl, really). They‘d both been so immature) had been a drunken, awkward affair performed in darkness and overshadowed quickly by the repercussions that followed in the light of morning. Carrie may have eaten pussy before and seen them in porn, but she’d never had a chance to see one up close and personal with the knowledge of what she was about to do with the fragrant, wet flower before her weighing heavily on her mind. 

“No,” Carrie finally answered after her moment of reflection “It’s just… I’ve never seen…”

“It’s okay,” Maria said still laughing a little, cutting her off half out of kindness and half out of her own need to come. “I’ll take it as compliment. Just relax and do what comes naturally. I trust you. Just stop looking at it likes it’s some piece of art. It’s my pussy and it wants you to give it a kiss.”

Carrie couldn’t help but smile at the way Maria was talking, but she also couldn’t help but realize that the time for waiting was over. Maria wanted to feel her make love to her pussy and she wanted to give her just that more than she’d ever wanted anything in the world at that moment. There was no more time for lollygagging and art appreciation. Carrie was going to taste Maria’s essence and drink up every last drop of her nectar and that’s exactly what she did.

At first, her efforts were tentative, exploratory, nothing really more than a kiss on Maria’s other lips. A tease, really, but also a test as she inhaled Maria’s scent and listened to her soft words of encouragement. Then Carrie stuck out her tongue and licked the dewy gash up then down and all around several times tasting Maria fully as Maria’s words began to be interrupted more and more by pleasing sighs and soft exhalations as Carrie teased her gently.

The teasing, however, soon came to a stop as the girls locked eyes and stared at each other longingly. The taste Carrie had taken from Maria’s sweet, musky lips only drew her in more and made her desire to make Maria come that much stronger. Soon she found herself spreading open Maria’s lips with her fingers so she could lick Maria’s pink inwards. 

Maria’s hands found their way to Carrie’s hair to softly pet her while the other one took Carrie’s free hand and held it tightly as Carrie continued her exploratory licking. It was such a simple set of gestures, but for some reason it really touched Carrie to feel Maria’s hand gently gripping her own. It was somehow more intimate than anything else they had done so far. It just added an extra dimension of closeness that Carrie had never experienced before. The dreamy look in Maria’s eyes as Carrie stared up into them from between Maria’s thighs just added an extra level to it that made it all so unbelievably arousing. Never had Carrie been more aware of the beauty of giving another woman pleasure and it was only going to get better the closer she came to making Maria come.

It was amazing how the simple things seemed to be heightened by the knowledge that it was Carrie herself who was making Maria squirm with delight. The taste of Maria’s pussy, the smell, the way Maria seemed to freeze and stop breathing whenever Carrie found just the right spot to lick or caress and everything else was all just too wonderful, too unbelievable to be real. It was like a dream come true.

For several minutes Carrie just kept right on licking, suckling and nibbling gently on Maria’s sweet, wet pussy while Maria squirmed and made soft, melodious noises above her. There’s no real direction to Carrie’s movements beyond seeing what made Maria squeal and what made Maria’s breath catch in her throat. She wanted to make Maria come, but the more she licked, the more moist, pink flesh she tasted the more she wanted to taste it. It was like a part of her just wanted to lay there all night long between Maria’s thighs and devour her pussy with slow, never ending patience until Maria made her stop or her tongue fell off. In fact, it was exactly that. This was only the second pussy Carrie had ever tasted and she already knew she never wanted to stop.

Maria, too, seemed to be enjoying the soft attentions of her lovely neighbor and seemed to be in no particular hurry to come. In fact, she was in heaven as she cooed and moaned every time Carrie’s long, soft tongue caressed her clit with just the right amount of pressure or she felt Carrie’s teeth nibbling on her inner thigh as her orgasm built continuously deep inside of her. She also wasn’t afraid to let Carrie know exactly how good every little lick or what not felt as soft words of encouragement first trickled from between her lips and then began to pour out in a steady stream of soft whispered hisses that became more and more distorted and stuttering as the pleasure inside continued to build. 

Carrie didn’t fail to notice the change that was slowly coming over Maria. Not just because her words were coming out more broken with each passing sentence, but because whenever she ventured to direct her attentions back to Maria’s clit the reaction was both instant and very telling. The way Maria’s whole body seemed to clench up was a good hint as was the rapid gasp for breath, but the main hint to Carrie that Maria was ready for Carrie to stop exploring and make her come was the fact that every time Carrie’s tongue found it’s way to her clit the soft petting of Carrie’s hair stopped and was replaced by something similar to a death grip that seemed intent on holding Carrie in place and the longer she denied this insistent yet wordless plea the firmer the grip became. Still, Carrie continued to teasingly lick and taste Maria for as long as she could intent on enjoying the experience for as long as possible until finally Maria said something she just couldn’t ignore.

“Please,” was all Maria said at first, but it wasn’t the word itself that made Carrie pause and change tact. No, it was the way Maria said it, the way Maria’s eyes just seemed to radiate her desire. The word itself would have been meaningless without that look of longing and need in Maria’s eyes. By the time Maria managed to spit out the remainder of her thought with “Please make me come” Carrie’s desire to make this last forever was already fading from her mind.  As Maria sputtered out a third, barely audible please that idea was dead, buried and completely disregarded as silly and unimportant and Carrie finally decided to go for the kill.

“Oh, fuck, that’s…yeah, right there… oh god… so beautiful,” were some of the last words out of Maria’s mouth as Carrie began to attack Maria’s clit with her mouth. Words still came, but they were lost in between Maria’s more animalistic expressions of joy and physical ecstasy. When one of Carrie’s fingers found its way inside of Maria’s tight, warm cunt the words stopped altogether. A short minute and another finger later and the words returned, but vanished once again in a symphony of pants and groans as Maria came.

It was a wonderful, beautiful thing to witness from Carrie’s vantage point between Maria’s thighs. The way her soft, lithe body contorted itself, the way Maria’s did a cute little kick side to side on the bed and even the way Maria’s grip tightened up as the sensations rolled through her mind and body were all simply exquisite. To just see it would’ve been enough to create an enduring and everlasting impression on Carrie’s young mind, but she was keenly aware of the fact that she was not just a witness to this beautiful vision of feminine ecstasy she was the cause. She could taste the reality of this with tongue and on her lips and she could feel not just from Maria’s movements on the bed but with her fingers as Maria’s pussy convulsed around them. It was an amazing freeing, satisfying and joyous feeling to Carrie as she kept on licking and prodding Maria’s pussy relentlessly even as Maria began to sink back into reality. 

Carrie had fully intended to try and fully return the pleasure Maria had given her, but as Maria came to and beckoned Carrie to join her in a kiss Carrie found herself unable to resist.  Partially this was because Maria was pulling her upwards by the hand she still held tightly as well as with her other hand that had so recently been busy pulling Carrie’s hair, but also because the flushed, satisfied look on Maria’s pretty face and the breathless way she said “Let me kiss you, baby” was just too sweet to resist. Besides, somehow Carrie just knew they were no where close to done and as the kiss deepened it became obvious that this feeling was absolutely correct.

At first though, the kiss was just a kiss. A long, loving, sweaty kiss, but still just a kiss. Their hands roamed freely across each other’s bodies, the both kissed lips, ears, necks, eyelids and many, many other things as they slid against each other and sighed into the other’s soft mouth. For what seemed like an eternity they laid their locked in their embrace just enjoying the feel of each other’s body until something wonderful happened and the kiss became something much more.

It began with the sliding. At first, it was nothing special just Carrie and Maria moving against each other slowly enjoying the feel of it all. Then their nipples touched and it was like a small electric shock that ran through both of them. It hit Carrie especially hard and she soon found herself trying very hard to keep their nipples lined up so they could do it again and again. It felt simply wonderful. A small pleasure that she’d felt before in their earlier embraces, but one that was somehow magnified at that moment to something much greater. Soon, however, it would be overshadowed by something even better.

It took awhile though for this something better to occur, but when it did it was amazing, but incredibly simple. It began with Maria shifting her body underneath Carrie’s ever so subtly. Just a slight movement of her hips and legs that didn’t even register with Carrie until she felt something soft, but firm pressing against her still very aroused pussy. It was, of course, Maria’s thigh and for a moment it too failed to truly register in Carrie’s mind until she too shifted for comforts sake only to find that velvety smooth thigh pressed even harder against her sex and then, without even thinking about it, Carrie pressed back.

Another shock raced through Carrie’s body from the friction on her clit as she began to slowly grind herself against Maria’s thigh. This was followed by another sharp tingle of pleasure as her body took over and she began to hump herself against her lover’s thigh more aggressively. Maria’s hands found their way down to Carrie’s taut, flexing butt cheeks to grip them pulling Carrie tightly to her as she too began to grind herself against Carrie’s thigh once Carrie’s mind became fully conscious of what her body was doing and moved herself into a slightly better position.

It was not planned, it was not expected, but what they were now doing together was both wonderful and exhilarating. The combination of the friction on each other‘s sex as they ground against each other‘s thigh, the feel of their already sweaty bodies getting sweatier as they pulled each other closer and the fact that they could feel all this while kissing each other passionately was just too much.  As the tension continued to build Carrie just knew she’d happened upon something wonderful.

And the tension did indeed continue to build until soon they weren’t really grinding against each other. They were fucking. They were fucking without the aid of any toys, without the need for some man with his cock and its inherent failings. All they needed was the feel of each other’s soft, warm bodies and the joyful pounding of pelvises against sweaty, firm flesh. It was great. It was glorious. It was just too fucking good.

Soon the bed springs were creaking madly under their complimentary thrusting. Their kiss broke, but did not end. Instead it just moved and soon Carrie was biting madly at Maria’s shoulder while Maria licked and kissed the sensitive flesh of Carrie’s neck and ears as they panted into each other’s flesh. All the while the tension continued to build until it just couldn’t be contained within either of them and suddenly, almost without warning, Carrie was shooting off into the stratosphere as she fucked herself against Maria wantonly. Maria soon followed suit and for a brief moment they were both lost together in a universe made entirely of sexual bliss.

The rest of the night was more of the same as the girls explored each other’s bodies into the wee hours of the morning not even thinking of going to bed until the sun was streaming in through the blinds. When they finally relented and allowed each other to fall asleep they still maintained that wonderful skin on skin contact holding each other tightly as they slept both perfectly comfortable with all they had just done and not bothering to even say anything to the other that couldn’t be communicated with their actions.

When morning (or mid-afternoon, really) came not much had changed. They didn’t bother questioning anything or discussing it endlessly. They merely made love once more before heading to the shower and making love once again under the warm comforting spray with barely a word spoken that wasn’t directly related to what they were doing to each other until finally it was time to part as Maria had to go work a short shift and even then they both kept it simple and refrained from making the other worry about the abrupt change that had just come about in their relationship.

“Will you come over tonight?” Maria said after they’d both dressed and then kissed once more at the doorway where they’d first made each other come.

“Of course I will,” Carrie said with a bright, satisfied smile before kissing Maria once more and then saying “Thank you.”

“For what?” Maria said honestly confused.

“For the best night of my entire life,” Carrie added still smiling brightly.

“No problem,” Maria chuckled lightly before adding “Thank you, too, I guess. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that with you and how much I want to do to you tonight.”

“You know,” Carrie said even as butterflies of uncontrollable anticipation began to form in her belly at the mere thought that there might be more to come “You could always just call in sick…”

“Patience, beautiful,” Maria said as pulled Carrie tightly to her once more “Tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” Carrie responded quietly as Maria drew her in for more kiss before they headed out the door hand in hand and they walked together to Maria‘s car. They kissed once more once they got there and then with one last reminder about their plans for the night they said good bye and Carrie almost floated back up the stairs to her apartment. 

She had no idea what the future might hold beyond the plans they’d just made, but that didn’t matter one little bit. At that moment she felt more content, more undeniably happy then she’d ever had before. Even if that night would mark the end of her sexual relationship with Maria she just knew that there was now a whole world of wonders out there waiting for her to just reach out and grab it and she had every intention of doing just that. 

Still, she hoped Maria would be in her life for a long, long time. She needn’t have worried about it, though. Carrie and Maria would be in each other’s lives for a long time to come. The night before and the night still to come were just the beginning and what came after only got better and better.