Erotic Fiction: Curves on Curves
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Angel held open the door for Lacey, winking as she walked out of the office and towards her car. They had taken turns carpooling over the last few months, picking the other up from their house on alternating weeks and, on occasion, an hour or two between the sheets after the workday was over. As Lacey climbed into the car, reaching over her shoulder carefully to pull the seatbelt over her wide stomach, she couldn’t help but think that today would be one of those days.
“What are your plans for the evening?” she asked, her feigned innocence betrayed by the seductive smile spreading across her lips.
“I guess it depends on what your plans are.” Angel grinned, diverting her attention only briefly to carefully back out from the parking spot and head onto the main road in the direction of Lacey’s home.
The drive was a short one, only about ten minutes of conversation fluctuating between playful flirting and casual chatter about office gossip. By the time they pulled into Lacey’s driveway, she knew she wanted Angel to join her inside… so she invited her in.
The nice thing about this becoming routine was that there was no preamble. Neither felt that they had to offer the other a coffee beforehand or to make dinner afterwards. It was in and out, bringing the other to an earth-shattering climax before heading out of the door to spend the rest of the evening in the quiet comfort of her own space.
Angel followed behind her friend, down the front hallway and towards the back of her little bungalow. Inside, she began to undress with purpose, pulling her white top over her head, slipping her black dress pants over her hips and down her legs. In front of her, Lacey did the same, her yellow tank top catching on her tits as she slid her arms through each hole. The two women laughed, Angel closing the gap between them to help remove the top, her teeth nipping gently at Lacey’s ear.
“Are you going to go down on me this time?” Angel wondered, her voice nearly inaudible, despite being so close. Lacey nodded once, guiding her co-worker to the edge of her bed. Slowly, she pulled her panties over her thighs, using them for support as she lowered herself between her legs. The fabric hung loosely around one ankle, like a flag signalling it was time for her to begin.
Her hands spread over the thick expanse of Angel’s skin, dewed with sweat. Her tongue ran across the inner thigh, finding its way to the crease at the apex of her legs. There was a smattering of curly black hair, rough against the flat of Lacey’s tongue as she trailed it down to the clit. The tip of her tongue circled Angel gently, responding to her movements with sighs as she wriggled against the bedsheets beneath her ass, her thighs pressing against either side of her partner’s face.
She tasted delicious, the flavours of her salty but almost sweet. While her tongue stroked between her lips in broad licks, her hands roved against her skin. There was just so much to explore, so much body to be uncovered. Lacey could have happily spent the next few hours unearthing the erogenous zones of Angel’s body, getting to better know each fold and crease, each roll and mound.
Her own breasts were pressed against the bed, forcing her to strain her neck as she dove deeper and deeper into the abyss of Angel’s pussy. She could taste and smell the wetness dripping from her, feel it trickle down her chin and neck as she thrust her tongue in and out from different angles. Angel was moaning now, her hips edging closer to Lacey in a silent gesture to keep going.
Lacey placed her hand on the round of Angel’s stomach, pushing her back against the bed onto her back. Spreading her legs apart even further, she inserted her index finger into the depths of her, curling it against the warmth of her insides carefully. A moment later, as Angel’s hips began to buck, she added in a second finger, stroking her from the inside with increasing roughness. The moans turned into drawn-out groans, into whimpers, into cries, and eventually, into screams.
“Fuck!” she cried. “Fuck, yes! Just like that, just like that.” Lacey’s fingers continued caressing her G-spot, her tongue flitting against the clit as gently as a butterfly. Suddenly, Angel let out a guttural sound from deep within her chest, the noise reverberating throughout the small bedroom as she reached climax.
Pulling back slowly to get a better look at Angel’s face, Lacey licked her moistened lips.
