Unspoken Pleasure

Ashley smiled, “First I tell her I prefer cunt and then you eat mine.”

“Really?” I asked, as she took my hand and led me into the kitchen, “Mom, we need to talk.”

“About what, honey?” she asked, as she glazed some freshly baked homemade buns.

“I need to tell you something,” she said, still holding my hand, but behind her back so it wasn’t visible to her mom.

“What is it darling? Oh, hi… Jenny, isn’t it?”

“Hi, Mrs. Swanson,” I greeted with a warm nervous smile.

“Mom, I, um, it’s a little surprising,” Ashley said, her nerves clearly second guessing her decision.”

“Oh, honey, you can tell me anything,” she said warmly.

Ashley then just blurted it out, “Mom, I’m a lesbian.”

There are so many ways the next words can go. Shock. Disgust. Surprise. Anger.

Yet, none of those described her next words.

Mrs. Swanson replied, her warm smile never breaking, “Well of course you are, your father and I have suspected that for a while.”

“You knew?” Ashley asked, shocked that she was so transparent.

“Of course, I know my daughter,” she said, moving around the counter and pulling Ashley into a hug, just as I let go of Ashley’s hand.

“You’re not worried that I’m a different person to what you expected or wanted?” Ashley asked, still unsure of the completely warm and supportive response.

Still holding her daughter in a warm embrace, she said, “Oh honey, you are you. You are no different because of your sexuality. You like cheerleading, you like dancing, you like shoes, you like pink, and now you like girls. You are no different now then you were 10 minutes or 10 days ago. When you were born your father and I both decided we weren’t going to be those parents who would force our own selfish dreams upon you, like she has to go to college, or marry a man in a church and have babies by 25.” She then moved back a bit to look in her daughter’s eyes, as she stressed, “Although I do still expect grandchildren.”

“Mom, I’m eighteen.”

“Okay, not today then,” she laughed. “It’s the twenty-first century. You can marry the woman you end up loving and one of you can carry the baby.”

“I’m happy you have it all planned out,” Ashley laughed, as she pulled her mom back into a hug.

“It’s a mother’s role,” Mrs. Swanson shrugged.

“If we are being completely honest,” Ashley said, reaching back and finding my hand, “Jenny is more than a friend.”

“She’s your girlfriend, of course,” Mrs. Swanson finished.

“And we’re going to the Valentine’s dance together,” Ashley revealed.

“Oh dear, I’m so shocked and appalled, you scandalous girls,” Mrs. Swanson smiled, pulling me into a hug.

“So, we’re going upstairs to study,” Ashley said, giving my hand a squeeze.

Ashley’s mother made hand quotes as she mocked, “Study. Right.”

“Mom!” Ashley gasped.

“Well, at least she can’t get you pregnant,” Mom added, seeming to enjoy the shock value she had on her daughter.

“Mom!” Ashley repeated.

“What? Can’t I be a cool mom?” she asked.

“You’re definitely a cool mom,” I added, giving Ashley’s hand a squeeze.

Mrs. Swanson turned to pull another set of buns out of the oven as we headed to Ashley’s room.

As soon as we were in her room, Ashley said, “I can’t believe she knew.”

Deciding to pull her out of her own shock, I put my hands on her face and kissed her passionately.

After a couple of minutes of intimate kissing, Ashley took control and pushed me towards the bed. Her hand slipped under my skirt and directly to my very wet pussy. Her fingers slid effortlessly inside of me as our lips never broke contact.

I moaned into her mouth as she pumped two fingers in and out of me.

For a few minutes we kissed as she fingered me.

I had never come like this and although she was teasing me wildly, my orgasm continued to build until I was arching my back and beginning to fuck her fingers.

My orgasm imminent, Ashley broke the kiss, pulled her fingers out, and said, “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you’re close to orgasm.”

“Am I not always beautiful?” I asked with a pout.

“You are perfection,” she smiled, as she kissed me soulfully. She then moved to my neck, my ears, splattering me with tenderness, using my body like a pleasure canvas.

Ashley pulled my shirt off and cupped my tits while sucking on my hard nipples. As she sucked one, she rubbed the other with her fingers.

She sucked on my nipples so aggressively that it felt like she was trying to suck something out of my tits.

She then smiled and said, “Fuck, I’m hungry.”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I have something tasty down there that has been marinating for a while,” I smiled playfully.

Ashley slithered down, kissing my stomach, before reaching my fevered pussy. “It smells delicious.”

“It tastes even better,” I promised.

She slid her fingers back inside me, surging deep in me as she devoured my cunt with her tongue and lips.

Each step of the journey was a long sensuous step to the ultimate orgasm.

Ashley knew how to make it last… how to bring me to the brink and then leave me hanging there, foaming at the cunt.

I gasped.

I moaned.

I begged. “Please, Ashley, I need to come so bad.”

I raised my hips, trying to meet Ashley’s tongue as my entire body was alive with sensation.

Ashley didn’t give in to my pleading, even as I was about to explode.

Ashley’s tongue aggressively ran up and down my slit, somehow going harder and harder with each lick and making my entire body twitch with each touch of the clitoris… which literally made my body jump.

Two fingers explored my cunt, tapping inside until suddenly she hit my g-spot and I screamed, “Oh my God! Right there.”

“Come for me, my sexy slut,” Ashley ordered, as she kept tapping my g-spot rapidly while moving her lips to my clit.

This was the machine gun of pleasure. My insides and outsides were literally exploding with fireworks as I went totally rigid and shook involuntarily as the pleasure became rapture, and the rapture became explosion and I flooded like an overcharged geyser all over Ashley’s face.

As the pleasure swirled inside me, and erupted out of me, I never wanted this to end. I wanted Ashley sucking on my pussy for the rest of my life, and I’d die a happy, happy girl. Well, I also wanted to return the favour… eating her pussy and getting her off equally exhilarating.

Ashley eagerly drank all of my excessive juices as they flowed out of me and directly into her mouth.

I lay there completely spent… my entire body feeling like mush.

Ashley kept licking throughout my euphoria until she moved up and kissed me again. I could taste myself on her lips.

As I looked into her eyes, I thought, This is what making love is. This was completely different from fucking or serving. Each was a part of me, the three combined making me whole.

I said, “You completely usurped all the energy out of my body.”

“I have never enjoyed pleasing someone like I just did now,” she said.

“It was the most exhilarating pleasure I have ever felt,” I admitted. “Now I have to return the favour.”

“Sometimes it’s completely satisfying just to give pleasure,” she said, kissing me again. She rolled beside me and just cuddled as she tenderly kissed my neck and played leisurely with my nipples.

“I am definitely falling in love with you,” I said, feeling so completely at home in her arms, in her bed.

“I’m definitely already in love with you,” Ashley replied back, just as my phone buzzed, telling me I had an email.

“Well, I was trying to be sweet,” I said, kissing her again.

When she broke the kiss, she reached for my phone and handed it to me.

“It’s an email,” I said. “can I use your computer? I hate reading things so small.”

“Sure,” she agreed, getting off the bed and grabbing her laptop. She brought it to me and I logged into my e-mail.

“It’s from Governor Greene,” I said.

“Oh, let me read it too,” Ashley said, scooting beside me.

“Governor Greene got a call from Brittany and she wants us to go to LA tonight until Friday lunch time. She’s going to call our moms to tell them we’re going to her campaign office for a few days. She is giving us the heads-up.”

“Oh Jeez, we’re leaving tonight? That’s way quicker than I anticipated. What should I even pack?” Ashley asked, suddenly giddy, and standing up.

“It’s in the email,” I said. “It says just wear something to the airport and something on the way back. Apparently Brittany will look after all our needs.”

Ashley laughed, “In other words we likely won’t need any clothes.”

“Likely not a lot, except for a few bells and ribbons,” I agreed, shocked that Brittany expected us to be in LA tonight. I mean that was crazy. We were going to miss almost an entire week of school… likely to be sex slaves for the most famous female celebrity in the world. So fucking surreal!

Ashley packed a few things in a small bag. A change of clothes and some pajamas.

“Pajamas?” I questioned, with a playful look.

“What would Mom say if I didn’t at least take these?” Ashley asked.

“Yeah, I guess you can’t explain you’re going there to be a sex slave for Brittany Banes,” I agreed.

“Just the idea seems too unbelievable to be real,” Ashley said.

“I know,” I agreed, still trying to process the surreal world I was living in. “The flight is in three hours. And a limo is picking us up at my house in an hour and a half.”

“Oh, wow, apparently, Brittany Banes lives in her own world of time,” Ashley said.

“Ashley!” Mrs. Swanson called from downstairs

“Maybe she has spoken with Governor Greene?” I said.

“This may be too much for her in one day,” Ashley said, as I got off her bed and found my shirt.

“Do I look thoroughly fucked?” I asked, still feeling weak at the knees.

“Oh trust me,” Ashley smiled wickedly, “that was just an appetizer.”

“You’ll kill me with pleasure,” I said.

“What a way to go,” Ashley said, as we headed to the kitchen.

As soon as we arrived, Mrs. Swanson asked, “Do you know who I just got off the phone with?”

“Madonna?” Ashley guessed.

“Someone even more famous,” she said, clearly stunned by whatever she’d just been told.