Late Saturday morning, Victoria's eyes opened slowly. The sunlight coming through her window made her squint. She reached out to the nightstand and picked up her glasses. Putting them on, she rolled over lazily, and saw Sarah on the other side of the queen-sized bed.
A wide smile split Vicky's face as she remembered the night before. It had begun with her plan to reveal her feelings - her overwhelming physical desire - for Sarah. For more than three years, she'd been too shy to tell Sarah about it, but they'd gone to a party together, and Vicky waited for Sarah to have a few drinks - while having two herself...to reinforce her courage.
By the end of the night, they'd made each other cum outside at the party, and Vicky knew she would never go back to being so reserved. She sensed that something in her brain had forever changed while Sarah's face was buried in her pussy.
After Sarah fell asleep - passed out would be more accurate - in her bed, Vicky had removed the younger woman's mini-skirt, top, and platform boots, leaving her wearing a pink cotton thong, and a flimsy, sheer black bra to contain her C-cup breasts.
The smooth skin of Sarah's back beckoned to Vicky, and the latter wiggled closer to the sleeping form and began kissing her way down Sarah's spine. Sarah mumbled, sleepily, and Vicky slipped a hand over Sarah's hip to spread her fingers on her flat stomach.
"Feel good, baby?" Vicky asked in a whisper.
Sarah sat up as if she'd been struck by lightning.
"Where am I?" she demanded, loudly.
"My apartment," Vicky said, raising her face to Sarah's.
"Why am I here?" she asked.
"You were too drunk to drive home after the party," Vicky told her. "So, I brought us here."
Sarah looked down at her underwear, then at Vicky, who was similarly dressed.
"What happened to my clothes?" she asked.
"They're on the chair," Vicky assured her. "I didn't think you'd be comfortable sleeping in them."
Clutching the sheet to her chest, Sarah looked around the room. Vicky reached out to touch her cheek, but Sarah pulled away.
"What happened?" Sarah asked as memories starting to trickle into her fuzzy brain.
"It was amazing," Vicky said, smiling.
"Did we...uh..." Sarah began.
"Yes, we did," Vicky said. "Several times."
"Oh, my God," Sarah said, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.
"We both said that a couple times," Vicky teased.
"But...I'm not..." Sarah sputtered.
"Not what?" Vicky asked, knowing exactly what Sarah was about to say.
"I'm not gay," Sarah lamented. "I'm straight."
"Honey, you're spaghetti," Vicky said with a giggle.
"Spaghetti?" Sarah repeated, confused.
Vicky nodded.
"You're straight...until you get wet," Vicky said.
"That's not true," Sarah objected, shaking her head vigorously.
"You really got into it once we got going," Vicky told her.
"Shit! Did anyone see us?" Sarah asked warily, looking back over her shoulder. "Did Eddie see us?"
"Your pitiful boyfriend was passed out when we left the party," Vicky said. "And, no; nobody saw us."
Sarah stood up, pulling the sheet with her, trying to cover herself.
"You can't tell anyone about this," Sarah said, her words running together as she spoke quickly.
"Don't worry," Vicky said. "Your secret is safe with me."
"My secret?" Sarah asked, confused. "What secret?"
"That you love eating pussy," Vicky said flatly.
The younger woman stood silently, shocked by Vicky's answer.
"You don't remember?" Vicky asked, feigning insult.
She spun to the nightstand and picked up her cell phone. Calling up the pictures she'd taken while Sarah went down on her, she turned the screen to Sarah. For a moment, Sarah's eyes went wide. Vicky scrolled to the next picture.
"That could be anyone," Sarah said, trying to stay calm.
Next, Vicky played the video she'd recorded. Though the encounter had taken place in the dark, the voices were unmistakably Sarah and Vicky. Sarah was crestfallen.
"Please don't tell Eddie we did this," Sarah said.
"Why not?" Vicky teased.
"Please," Sarah repeated. "I don't want him to know."
"Maybe he can watch next time," Vicky suggested.
"Next time?" Sarah blurted. "We're not doing that again."
Vicky scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. Looking at her phone, she began dialing.
"Then maybe I should send those files to Eddie," she said.
"Noooo," Sarah cried out. "You can't"
"I certainly can," Vicky assured. "And, I will...unless you do what I want."
Sarah stared at her for several moments as she considering her predicament.
"What do I have to do?" she asked, finally, lowering her eyes to the floor.
Vicky moved closer. She reached out, placed the first two fingers of her left hand under Sarah's chin, and lifted her face.
"Well, my dear; from now on, you're going to be my little fuck doll," Vicky said, a sneer spreading across her lips.
"What?" Sarah bawled.
"You heard me," Vicky said. "When I need to cum, I'm going to call you, and you're going to come running, eager to shove your face into my wet cunt."
"You're crazy," Sarah whistled.
"I'm horny," Vicky purred.
She pressed her body against Sarah's. The shorter woman backed away, but Vicky stayed with her until Sarah's shoulder blades hit the wall behind her. Vicky kissed her lips.
"It's not all bad," Vicky said, quietly. "I'll make you cum, too."
"I was drunk," Sarah whimpered. "You took advantage of me, and now you're blackmailing me."
"Yes, I am," Vicky admitted, with a wink.
Sarah looked away, resigned to her fate.
"Come to bed," Vicky said, taking her hand and leading her.
Spinning around, Vicky motioned for Sarah to sit on the edge. Vicky placed her cell phone on the nightstand, surreptitiously setting it to record video, and placing so it could capture both of them. Turning back to Sarah - maneuvering carefully, allowing the camera to catch Sarah's face - she placed her hands on the young woman's shoulders and gently pushed, making Sarah lie back.
"What are you going to do?" Sarah asked, looking down her body at Vicky.
"Exactly what I've been fantasizing about since the day I met you," Vicky answered.
Vicky gazed into Sarah's eyes as she wiggled out of her panties. Stepping out of the thong, she tossed it aside. Climbing on the bed, Vicky crawled upward, admiring Sarah's figure. For a moment, she kissed Sarah's soft lips, and then carefully moved up to straddle her face.
"You know what to do, baby," Vicky said, her fingers intertwining in Sarah's hair.
Sarah hesitated. Vicky tightened her grip, and Sarah growled.
"Eat that pussy," Vicky demanded.
Sarah twisted her head slightly, and she kissed Vicky's inner thigh tentatively. Pulling at Sarah's locks, Vicky directed her face where she wanted it. Sarah's mouth found Vicky's pussy. Her tongue slipped out and she licked up and down the lips.
"Mmmm," Vicky said. "Keep going."
As she complied, Vicky grabbed Sarah's hands and guided them to her breasts. Sarah pushed her hands under Vicky's bra and squeezed her breasts. Vicky's right hand drifted between her legs and she spread her lips, giving Sarah access to her clit. Sarah didn't delay, flicking her tongue against Vicky's button.
"Oh, fuck," Vicky cried out, nearly doubling over.
Sarah's hands slid down and around Vicky's body, and she tried to grab Vicky's ass as she shoved her tongue into Vicky's pussy.
"Jesus, that's it," Vicky moaned.
Vicky began shifting her hips back and forth, grinding hard, riding Sarah's face.
"Yessss," Vicky hissed. "That what I fucking want."
Sarah's fingers clutched at Vicky's hot flesh. She mumbled something made incoherent by a mouthful of Vicky's pussy.
"Make me cum, Sarah," Vicky pleaded. "Make me cum!"
It didn't take long. Vicky fell forward, struggling to hold herself up on her hands, and her entire body trembled. Again, Sarah tried to speak, but Vicky couldn't hear.
"I'm cumming," she sobbed.
She clawed at the sheets, and her body convulsed violently. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed to the bed, her ass up in the air as Sarah continued pleasuring her. She moaned Sarah's name over and over as her body quivered.
Sarah slithered out from under Vicky. Popping up to her knees, she grabbed Vicky's hips and rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. For a moment, she admired Vicky's wet cunt, then flattened on her stomach, once more positioning her face between Vicky's thighs.
Vicky was still shaking as aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her body. Sarah pressed the tips of two fingers against Vicky's hole, and lapped at her clit. Vicky's body jerked in reaction, and Sarah slid her fingers farther inside. Vicky reached out to grab Sarah's hair, but the younger woman used her free hand to thwart Vicky's effort. Sarah began moving her fingers in and out, fucking Vicky hard and fast while sucking on her clit, and occasionally dabbing at the bud with her tongue.
"More," Vicky demand. "Oh, God, make me cum again!"
Vicky's hands shot to her breasts, and she pinched her own nipples as her body arched into the air. She came a second time, bucking against Sarah's face.
"That's right, you fucking bitch, cum for me," Sarah shouted, lifting her head, while she continued to finger Vicky's pussy.
Vicky squirmed as Sarah gradually slowed her efforts, prolonging Vicky's orgasm. After a few minutes, Sarah let her fingers slip from Vicky's wetness. Vicky exhaled a long breath, and gazed at Sarah.
"Was that good?" Sarah asked.
Vicky nodded.
"It was," she managed to say.
Sarah smiled, and held up the fingers she'd been thrusting inside Vicky. The latter could see her glistening juices coating the digits.
"Come here," Vicky directed, taking Sarah's hand, and pulling it to her mouth. "Help me clean them."
