A few weeks later, I asked Sahara if she wanted to accompany to lady’s night at Club 69, the hottest gay club. I was happy she invited her usual crew because I wanted the opportunity to mingle without her being a cock block with a bunch of straight girl questions.
“Is Keke coming out,” I asked, wondering just a little if Sahara would be indulging in brown liquor for the night.
“She’s caught up with her dude, per usual. Plus, she would not be down for going to a gay club.”
I had never met Keke, but the more Sahara told me, the more I became convinced that the girl was struggling with herself. The club was too gay, but fingering Sahara wasn’t?
“There go the girls, right there,” Sahara pointed at the end of the line as our Uber driver pulled to the front of the club.
“Tell them to come on. I have a hook-up at the door, so we don’t have to wait in line.”
I lead the ladies to the very front of the line, ignoring the jealous sneers of all the women still waiting to get inside. The bouncer was a former flame, who still had a thing for me. I took advantage of the fact any time I came to Club 69, avoiding the long lines and even bypassing the twenty dollar cover.
“You looking good in that dress,” she smiled wide, holding her hand out to stop the women in line from filing through.
Sahara and the others walked inside, as I flirted, “You know I wore it just for you.”
“I’m going to remember that later on.”
I rolled my eyes, joining the rest of the group. Sahara laughed, “You have fans.”
“Yes, I do. Now, let’s find another one of them so we can get some free drinks.”
“You know that’s my specialty,” Sahara smiled, sashaying towards the bar.
The two of us chatted with a couple of studs at the bar before they offered Sahara a drink. I ordered a few more for us before we headed to the mass of people on the dance floor. I dismissed quite a few girls trying to convince me to dance with them, inly because I had my eye out for one particular woman.
Houston was a stud I had been talking to on and off for the last few months. Our texts had been getting kind of heated as of late, so I was hoping to finally move things forward with the two of us. I spotted her at the edge of the dance floor. She watched me wind my hips and I motioned for her to come closer.
“What’s up, Nat,” she smiled, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
“Nothing much, sweetheart,” I said, rubbing on her muscular arms. Houston was a walking wet dream and just my type, dark skinned, muscular, with the prettiest smile. I had been trying to be smooth for the last few months and let her make the first move, but I was honestly tired of waiting. If I did the same things to her, she would have been complaining all day to her friends about me being a tease. “I saw you watching me.”
“Everybody was watching,” she smiled. “You looking too damn fine tonight.”
“You think so,” I asked, twirling around so she could get a good look.
“Yea, you’re definitely looking good.”
“So, do you want to dance?”
Houston looked over her shoulder and then flashed me that smile I loved, “I might catch up with you later.”
“Alright, don’t have me waiting all night,” I said, watching her weave through the crowd.
Sahara walked up to me with a drink in hand, “Another one of your fans?”
“Something like that,” I smiled, still watching Houston. She walked over to the bar, speaking to a couple of ladies. I turned to my friend, “Her fine ass doesn’t know it, yet, but she’s coming home with me tonight.”
Sahara gave me this look that I didn’t really know how to process. When I turned back around, I realized the reason why. Houston was kissing another woman and rubbing all over her ass. My jaw dropped. Sahara tried to keep me calm, “Maybe, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Looks like some bullshit to me,” I growled, feeling frustrated. “This chick has been texting me nonstop for weeks, telling me all this hot shit. Now, she’s in here tonguing down somebody else.”
“I’m sorry, Natalie. Let’s go get some drinks and just forget about her.”
I wanted badly to just shake it off and enjoy the rest of my night with my homegirl. Except I was upset, feeling disappointed not only because everything Houston told me was a lie but because I had gotten so much of myself caught up un the idea of being with her.
“I think I’m going to just get out of here,” I told Sahara, just wanting to crawl into bed with wine and ice cream.
“Well, I’m not staying here without you. I understand you might want to be alone, but hopefully you’ll change your mind and let me cheer you up.”
I didn’t have the energy to argue. I wanted to do my best to slip out of the club without anyone seeing the look of devastation on my face. Sahara didn’t bother me too much as we waited for our Uber, but as soon as we got inside she was a chatter box.
It was almost as if we had an amazing night at the club and not one where my heart had been fractured by Houston. She rambled about all the things she’d seen and some pretty girl asking her for a dance, “I mean she looked like she belonged in a magazine. I had no clue why she wanted to rub elbows with me.”
“Lucky you,” I mumbled towards the window.
“There was this girl that asked me about you, too,” Sahara mentioned, seemingly trying to cheer me up.
“Everybody asks about me. No one really wants to know me, though.”
“Well, they’re assholes and don’t deserve you. Just like that chick. She’s an asshole and her girlfriend has a lazy eye.”
I giggled a little. Sahara was a good friend for trying to cheer me up. I still felt like shit, but she had given me enough of an ego boost that I wouldn’t cry myself to sleep.
“Come to my place and lets have some shots,” Sahara said, as we stepped out of the car.
“I’m good,” I told the half truth. “I just want to get in bed and chill out for a second.”
“Come on, Nat, you know you want a drink,” Sahara grabbed my hand giving me choice but let her cheer me up.
I pouted on the way to her apartment, but after the first shot of tequila, Sahara’s alleged cure for getting over fuck boys, my mind was at ease. I grabbed the bottle and poured another round for both of us. Raising my glass, I cheered, “Fuck Houston.”
“Yes, honey,” Sahara said, slamming back the small glass. “She’s an asshole and you deserve better.”
I nodded in agreement, pouring a third shot and drinking quickly, “That’s okay. I’m not even tripping about it.”
Sahara looked at me, damn near staring a hole into the side of my head, “I actually wanted to talk to you.”
I lifted my eyebrow, wondering what about. Something in her tone made me nervous. I poured another shot, as she struggled to find the words to say.
“I think I’m attracted to another woman.”
“Keke?”
“No, not Keke. A friend. But I don’t know what to do about it. You in the mood to give some advice?”
“Sure, as long as this friend you’re talking about ain’t me,” I said, downing the tequila.
“Would it really be that bad if it was?”
“Yes,” I answered quickly. “You’re like the best friend I’ve ever had, girl. Now, you want to start catching feelings. Who knows what will be next? That’s why I don’t have that many friends, as it is.”
“I’m sorry, Natalie. I didn’t tell you to make you uncomfortable or feel obligated to anything. I just…I don’t know. The more time we spend together the more I think about kissing you. Honestly, I was feeling this way before you even mentioned that you were gay.”
I looked down at the shot glass and was tempted to take another shot. I needed water, though. I needed clear thoughts and sobriety. I poured myself a glass and prayed it would come quick.
“And I did think I was tripping, at first. Like maybe it was just because we were spending so much time together and because I hadn’t gotten any. But I can’t get the thoughts out of my head.”
“Of kissing me?”
“And other stuff,” Sahara admitted, licking her lips and giving me this look like she wanted to jump on me.
“I need to go,” I said, not able to think of anything else to say.
Sahara looked disappointed, as I grabbed my shoes and purse. A part of me just knew she would try something before I got to the door, but luckily she didn’t. I walked home, trying to figure out which way was up.
What the hell was wrong with this woman? I thought back on the last few months and tried to think of anything I’d done to mix up the signals. Maybe, I shouldn’t have given her that little nickname. Maybe, we should have chilled on all the late night sessions telling each other all our deepest secrets. Maybe, I shouldn’t have been so affectionate with the hugs and hand holding.
I kind of felt bad because I should have seen this coming. Getting undressed and seeing she had text me five times, I really felt bad. I just left the girl standing there, looking stupid with no idea of what to do about her emotions.
Sorry, the first message read. My intentions weren’t to make things weird. I value our friendship and honestly wish I could take it back. I’m tripping.
I decided to call instead of texting, “Can you come over so we can finish talking?”
“You were just here.”
“Okay, well you’re the one with the crush and I’ve already gotten ready for bed. Come on.”
“Fine, I’ll be there in a second.”
A second ended up being ten minutes. I was going to call her out for taking so long when I opened the door, but I could tell she had been crying. My heart broke because I knew how rejection felt. Hell, Houston had just given me a fresh dose of rejection.
“So, you’ve been thinking about kissing me?”
“I was hoping you called me over here to let me down gently,” Sahara smiled nervously, wiping the last bit of evidence of her tears.
“I’m not trying to be an asshole,” I sighed, trying to figure out what to say. I looked at her, “Let’s just do it. You can have one kiss and then no more gay stuff.”
Sahara blushed and whispered, “You don’t have to if you don’t…”
She was playing timid, so I took matters into my own hands. I grabbed her, pulled her close, and pressed my lips against hers. They were soft. Sweet. Sahara placed her hand on the side of my neck, as our tongues started to dance against each other.
“That was…nice,” Sahara giggled, as I pulled away.
It was more than nice. Her lips made me feel weak in the knees. I thought the kiss would be awkward, so much so Sahara wouldn’t want to do it, again. Instead, I played my damn self, staring at her lips wanting another taste.
“Does that satisfy your curiosity,” I asked, raising my eyebrow.
“Don’t think it works like that, Natalie,” Sahara said, making herself comfortable on the couch. That was the first time I really noticed how delicious her legs were. They were thick, but muscular, still carrying around the sheen of body glitter from our adventure to the club.
Her kiss was really fucking with my head. I stared at her long legs, imagining Sahara wrapping them around my waist. The thought had never crossed my mind before, but suddenly I couldn’t get my mind off of it.
“What else have you been curious about?”
Sahara blushed, “There might have been a few other things, but I don’t want to make this any weirder than it already is.”
I giggled, “So you have been thinking about my pussy?”
Sahara’s face turned bright red, “A little. Mostly just…”
“What,” I asked, sitting next to her. I placed my hand on her stomach and felt her become suddenly tense. I wanted to reach under her dress or cup my hands over her breasts. I licked my lips, “Tell me.”
“Mostly just what it would be like to sleep with you. Is that too weird?”
“Well, I’m a little tipsy. Houston hurt my damn feelings and I don’t want to be alone tonight. There will never be a better time to take advantage of me than now,” I said, making excuses for why sleeping together was suddenly a great idea. I didn’t have the courage to admit the kiss we shared had peaked my own curiosity.
“But, what about all that stuff about this complicating our friendship?”
“One night only,” I said, walking towards my bedroom. “After this, we’re done.”
I made it all the way down the hall and into my bedroom before Sahara got up. She seemed so nervous like she was unsure if we should actually cross this line. A part of me knew it was a bad idea, but watching her kick off her heels and lay across my bed, I couldn’t resist.
“You sure you want to do this,” I asked, laying next to her and rubbing my hand across her thigh.
Sahara bit her lip before nodding yes and moving in for a kiss. This was exactly what she wanted. I could tell by the way she kissed me. She sucked my bottom lip and gave me goosebumps. Deepening kisses and hands touching everywhere they could reach created a heat between us.
There was no going back. I reached behind Sahara and unzipped her dress. I watched as it fell away from her shoulders. She grabbed the fabric before it exposed her plump breasts, which was exactly what I was waiting on.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy in bed?”
“A little,” she admitted, flashing a smile filled with anxiety. Sahara looked me in my eyes, “Its kind of overwhelming, seeing that I’ve been dreaming about this moment for so long.”
“Put a little more pressure on me, why don’t you,” I giggled, feeling equally overwhelmed from the anticipation.
“Sorry, you really don’t have to do this of you don’t want to,” Sahara said, leaning back in the bed and letting the grip on her dress go. I got the smallest glimpse of her cleavage hanging free and my mouth watered.
“You’re really beautiful, Sahara. I mean I’ve always thought you were pretty, but seeing you like this is a little different.”
“A little less friendly?”
“I guess that’s a good way to explain it,” I said, moving towards her for another make out session. She melted against me, as our kisses became more passionate. The more we kissed, the more Sahara seemed to relax, loosening the grip on the front of her dress until it fell all together.
My mouth watered. Her nipples looked like little milk duds. I had to have a taste. Sahara giggled as my tongue circled her areola, “That tickles.”
I pinched them both before planting my lips against her neck. Between kisses, I whispered, “You taste so sweet.”
I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. The fact that she wanted me so badly, only turned me on even more. I slid my hand between her legs. I teased her, running my hand against the cute, lacy panties she was wearing.
Sahara inhaled, flinching against my touch. I wanted to rip her panties off and dive between her legs. I reminded myself that this was her first experience with a woman and she was nervous, shaking a little as I massaged her clit. I enjoyed giving pleasure just as much if not more than receiving it. Sahara was in for a real treat. I planned to fuck her nice and slow until her knees were weak and she couldn’t cum anymore.
“You gonna let me fuck you, baby,” I asked, feeling like I was in my element. I pulled her underwear aside, getting a peak of her fat pussy lips glazed with the beginnings of passion. She whined a little, as I leaned down to give them a kiss.
“Please,” she whined, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties in order to pull them down. She spread her legs for me. I could see her tight opening convulsing, aching for me.
Flicking my tongue against her, I got my first taste. I savored her juices for a second before forcing the tip of my tongue inside. Sahara gasped for air. Her back arched and she held on to the back of my head.
“Relax, baby. I’m just getting started.”
Long strokes of my tongue helped Sahara relax a little. She melted into the sheets as my tongue went to work. I could feel her legs shiver with the onset of two quick orgasms. Her juices kept flowing and they just got sweeter and sweeter, but I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted her to scream my name.
Sahara let out a soft moan, as I pushed two of my fingers deep inside of her. I wasn’t nearly as gentle, thrusting into her core as hard as I could. Her toes curled and she gripped the sheets. She opened her mouth, but somehow was able to restrain herself from moaning.
“I know I’m fucking you right. You need to start moaning or something and let me know you like it.”
“Huh,” she said through bated breath. Probably didn’t hear a word I said, too caught up in the way I twisted my fingers against her tightness.
“Do you want me to stop, Sahara?”
She shook her head no, bucking her pelvis against me, tightening her walls against my hand.
I wanted her to scream, so the wordless answer wouldn’t do. I pushed deeper inside of her, watching her lose her breath. I smiled, “That’s it, huh? You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes,” Sahara whined, spreading her legs so my hard strokes could reach deeper inside of her pussy. It only took a few more before she couldn’t contain herself. She grabbed her breasts, threw her head back, and started to moan. “Ohh! Shit, that feels good. Harder, baby.”
“You like that,” I asked, feeling her juices start to flow. I pushed as hard as I can and as fast as I could.
She sang out, “Yes! Yes! I love it, baby. Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Her body grew stiff and then limp, signaling a powerful orgasm. Sahara fell against the bed with a slight smile on her face. She looked so satisfied. She seemed to have no idea that was only the first little taste.
“Don’t start falling asleep,” I laughed, tapping her playfully. “You’re the one whose been dreaming of my pussy.”
She smiled wide, sitting up to watch me pull my panties down. I lay down and she couldn’t wait to get between my legs. I tried not to giggle, as she thumbed at my pussy lips and then my clit, almost as if she was examining me. Nothing was funny though when her puckered lips descended onto my pearl. With one slurp, Sahara took my clit into her mouth and stole my breath away.
Sahara sucked slow, making me arch my back. In my mind, I was singing her praises, but the pleasure overwhelmed me so much when I opened my mouth no sound came out. She moaned while twirling her tongue against me, murmuring, “Its so sweet.”
“Taste it,” I moaned, pushing her head and coaxing her lips to dive into the stream of excitement flowing from me. She didn’t hesitate, dipping her tongue into my juices and tickling my opening. My pussy convulsed, wanting her inside of me. She gave me exactly what I wanted, pushing her long tongue into my tight twat. I gasped for air, “Fuck!”
Bobbing her head against my lap, Sahara pushed her tongue in and out, again and again. My moans and squeals filled the room. With every stroke, she seemed to push deeper into my center and push me deeper towards nirvana. The muscles in my thighs trembled and I started to wail, “Sahara! Baby! Yes!”
Her tongue fucked harder, rubbing against my inner walls as they shook with the onset of a powerful orgasm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Sahara’s tongue went crazy, lapping up every sweet drop seeping from my middle.
I had no opportunity to regain my composure or even move away from the wet spot underneath me. Sahara smiled, pushing two fingers into the wet folds if my pussy. I gasped for air, yet again. Her fingers settled against my spot and I felt my legs start to feel weak, again.
“I don’t hear any more shit talking,” Sahara said, moving to kiss my breasts. The warmth of her mouth against my hard nipples was only a distraction. She slipped another finger inside of me, stretching my walls so much I didn’t know if I could take it. She inched slowly inside of me, “You’re so fucking tight. You’re pussy feels so good.”
“Sahara,” I screamed. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I spread my legs as wide as I could, accepting the girth of her fingers. I could feel the pressure of her thrust in my stomach, my chest, and then my throat. I screamed at the top of my lungs, as my pussy quivered, tightening around Sahara before another orgasm shook my core.
“Wow,” Sahara said, lifting her hand drenched in cum. She sucked two of her fingers clean and offered the third to me, sitting it against my bottom lip.
I loved the taste of my cum. It turned me on all over, again. Sahara watched with her mouth agape as I sucked her fingers greedily. When I was done, I pulled her into a kiss. Our tongues swirled together and our moans of ecstasy fell into perfect harmony.
She grinded against me. I could feel her wetness dripping onto me. Her clit rubbed against mine. I grabbed her ass, addicted to the friction she was creating, and loving the sounds of sloppy wet passion that had filled the room. Sahara kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “I want more, baby. I don’t want to stop.”
I pushed her on her back, “I’m not done with you, yet.”
She bit her lip in anticipation, watching anxiously as I shuffled across the room to my drawer. I didn’t know which of the toys I should pull out. I was tempted to grab the red one that was eleven thick inches. I decided to go for the double-sided dildo.
“Do you want to help me with this,” I asked.
Sahara’s eyes lit up with excitement. She moved to the edge of the bed and tickled my pussy before taking the toy and easing it inside. The ridges massaged my insides. I bit my lip and tried to stay focused, “You’re turn. Turn around.”
Sahara turned around, putting her face in the pillows and her ass in the air. I took my time, enjoying the view. Her body was so beautiful with the dimples in her back, her fat pussy lips, and even her tight asshole.
I positioned myself behind her, spreading her ass. Her pussy welcomed the other side of the dildo. She pushed her ass back against, easing down on it and pushing my side in even deeper. Another orgasm made my spine tingle. I dug my nails into her ass, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me.
Sahara’s ass bounced hard against the dildo, pushing my side in even deeper. I moaned, feeling another orgasm before the affects of the previous one faded. This was not what I had in mind when I pulled out the toy. She was fucking me senseless, while taking every inch of the longer side like a pro.
I closed my eyes and tried to get a hold of myself. There was one thing I wanted. I wanted her to scream my name so loud the entire city heard her. I grabbed her waist and thrust my hips against her. Slow and steady, at first. Sahara looked back at me, though, “Fuck me, baby.”
Picking up the pace made Sahara go crazy. She squealed with glee after every deep thrust. Her ass jiggled against me, bouncing against my clit. Beads of sweat decorated her back. The harder I fucked her, the deeper the dildo dived inside of me. I tried to hold back, but just as the headboard started banging against the wall I felt like I would explode.
“Natalie,” Sahara gasped for air. I could feel her muscles getting tense.
The way she said my name sent me over the edge. I cried out, “I’m about to cum. Cum with me, baby.”
“I’m almost there, baby. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Yes!”
A few more quick thrust and my entire body was shaking. We climaxed in unison. Sahara’s knees buckled and she fell against the bed. I fell, too, landing on her back. We lay there out of breath and tired.
I rolled over and lay next to her. The sheets underneath us were soaking wet, “That was so good.”
“That’s an understatement,” Sahara giggled, cuddling closer to me.
I kissed her and asked, “So you liked it?”
“I…loved it. I didn’t even know someone could make me feel like that. Too bad it was only for tonight.”
“Well, I think I might have spoken too soon,” I smiled, laughing a little at all the things I said before we jumped in bed together. “You have me feeling like I might be in love.”
Sahara laughed, pushing me playfully, “Whatever. You’re just saying that.”
“Maybe,” I shrugged, holding her tight. “But, I warned you things might get complicated if we did this. Knowing how good you are with your hands, I might start getting clingy.”
“If that means we’re doing more of this than I am down.”
“Cool,” I said, laying my head against the nape of her neck. I felt her heart beat start to slow, while she started slipping off to dream land. I was partially fighting sleep and partially trying to make sense of the last hour or so. Sahara had definitely surprised me.
On top of the lingering sensations of pleasure coursing through my body I was left with a flurry of thoughts. I tried in vain to make sense of this new situation. With the way Sahara put it down on me, remaining only friends would be impossible. I wanted to replay this night for the rest of my life, fucking until we were exhausted and her falling asleep in my arms.