She turned to see a boi standing next to her near the bar. She was cute. Short, slightly curly blonde hair, a cocky grin on her lips. She felt herself smile back at her, a spark of something shooting through her. It had been some months since she had been in bed with anyone and the girl was looking pretty damn edible.
She had always found herself drawn to more androgynous looking women, short hair and tall with lean strong bodies, girls that bucked the typical butch role to become kids or bois, not daddies. She thought her attraction stemmed from past relationships with men. She liked being fucked in that way, penetrated like a man would a woman. She, of course, liked all the other ways that women had sex with one another, but she preferred a boi physically, one who was confident and self-assured, one that knew how to take control, dominate without being rough in a caustic way.
She wanted the emotional aspect with women so she gravitated towards them physically. The drawback was that alot of the bois she was attracted to were players, womanizers. Some of them only really took straight or bi girls into their bed. Well, her mom always told her she liked to make things difficult. She loved the sex though, and like a moth to a flame, she came back to it time and time again even if she always ended up getting burned.
"How about I buy you a drink?" the boi asked, her eyes moving over her lightly. She felt her nipples harden and she laughed to herself. Yeah, it had been awhile. She raised her eyebrow, "Sounds good." The boi grinned, getting the bartender's attention. "I'm Joey," she smiled and offered her hand. She put her hand in hers, "Alison." The boi ordered her a drink. Observant she saw, as she got the bartender to make her another of what she had just had. She leaned over the counter, her muscles lightly flexing and caught Alison looking. She turned her head, paying for the drink and handed it to her. "Do you feel like having some fun tonight?"
Alison took a sip of her drink, her friends in the corner, rowdy, already drunk. It was near closing time and she looked at her interested, "What do you have in mind?" Joey tilted her head towards a table nearby, another boi sitting at it, beer bottle in hand, looking down at her phone. She blinked. Two bois. She saw where this was headed. The other boi was tall, she could see her mile long legs from here spread wide apart, covered in baggy jeans. Her hat was on low, only the bottom part of her face showing full lips. She bit her lip then smiled, what the hell. "Yeah?" Joey asked, watching her. Alison nodded. The girl gave her a big smile and lead her towards the table. "Sam," she whistled. The boi looked up from her phone, lifting her hat slightly and Alison felt her heart stop.
She was a pretty boi. A really pretty boi. Big dark eyes framed by long lashes, and a perfect looking nose, a few freckles dotting them. Their eyes met as she slid her phone into her pocket, starting to stand. God, she was quite tall. Had to be at least 6 foot. That was so sexy. She loved tall women. And she had stood when she approached. That was so hot. "Sam, this is Alison, Alison, Sam." Sam raised her head in greeting, like a lot of jocks did, the table separating them. Alison smiled back at her tentatively.
Alison sat next to them as she drank, already slightly tipsy. Joey started to talk to Sam about some girls standing near the door eyeing them, sounded just like a dude. A part of her sighed, knowing she was falling back into a pattern she always told herself to stay away from after the fact. Looking at the two of them though, she found herself hard-pressed for a reason to stay away at the moment, both of them very cute, Sam definitely making her heart beat faster. Sam seemed distracted, half-listening to Joey. Their eyes met a few more times before the lights went on, but she couldn't read them.
Alison finished her drink and as soon as she put it down, Joey stood up. Raring to go she saw. "Ready to head out?" she asked both of them. Alison stood, Sam also getting up. A girl nearby touched Sam's arm and she bent her head as the girl said something to her. Sam smiled, replying, then turned away. The girl looked at Alison then shrugged, disappointed. Fans, she saw.
She followed Joey out, Sam behind her. She shivered slightly as she stepped outside, the night air crisp. It sobered her up a little and she wondered what she was doing. It was like she was just driving by and decided to look. Not usually her modus operandi. She smiled to herself thinking she only lived this life once, right? Joey lived around the corner, so they walked, Joey acting like a kid, punching Sam, getting her to wrestle with her slightly. They both had nice bodies, the kind that always made her spine tingle when she looked at them. Whereas Joey's body was more compact, obviously someone who worked out with weights, Sam was lanky, all arms and legs, naturally athletic.
The walk told her more than enough. Both of them packed, she could see it now more clearly in the light of the street lamps. The thought made her feel herself getting moist. She'd only had a few threesomes, but each time they had been enjoyable. As long as there wasn't any emotional entaglements, it worked out. It's when jealousy took a front seat that things got sticky. She found that one half of a couple trying to please the other, but not really wanting to be there, ended up making the threesome turn out badly.
Joey held the door open for her and she followed her in, walking up the stairs to a huge loft. Large space, everything one room. A huge king size bed in the corner, a couch on the other side near a big screen tv. A bar in the middle with a kitchen some feet away. One door which she assumed led to the bathroom was in the corner. Joey grabbed a few beers out of the fridge, Alison taking off her coat. She saw Sam's eyes flicker to her then away as she came to the center of the room and Joey handed her a beer.
The boi took her coat, throwing it over the dining room chair next to them. "You are smokin'," Joey smiled, cupping her face. Alison smiled, their eyes on one another. Joey leaned in giving her a fast kiss. Not a kisser. She didn't mind. It wasn't like she was going to be bringing her home to her family. Joey took her hand, leading her towards the bed. Sam was standing near the couch taking off her shoes. "Mind if we do you together?" Joey asked, downing half her beer and putting it on the table. Alison shook her head. She was used to the crude talk that accompanied many of the bois she found attractive, sometimes it turning her on as it did tonight. "That's my girl," Joey winked at her, pulling her own top off. Well, at least there was no gray area. Straight to the point.
The stereo poured out slow music, Alison taking another swallow and then putting her beer down. Joey reached for Alison's shirt, pulling it up lightly. Sam had come over, standing almost behind her. Joey let out an appreciative sound, taking in her silk bra, her eyes on her breasts, enclosed in half-cups. "She's beautiful, huh Sam?" Sam put her hands on Alison's hips lightly, her body brushing hers from behind, "Yeah." Her voice was low and she felt it slide through her as she felt her bra being unhooked, dropping. Joey cupped her breast, the other hand reaching for the top of her jeans. She leaned back against Sam whose her hands slid up her ribcage, resting just below her breasts. She felt warm and strong behind her and her hand went to her thigh, feeling the muscle move beneath it.
Joey pulled down Alison's jeans, revealing matching panties and then she took off her own pants as well, her strap-on coming into view. Average size, it pressed against her as Joey brought her forward to the bed. Sam sat on it, unbuttoning her top. Joey came behind her, her hands running over her now naked body and she felt her eyes get heavy. Sam left the shirt on, now undone and she saw that she bound her breasts. Joey hadn't because she really didn't have breasts at all, if an A. Size never particularly mattered to her. The men and women she slept with never complained about hers, though she knew she was blessed with C's that remained full and high, causing a few lovers to ask her before touching them if they were real.
Joey played with her nipples, her hand slipping between her legs. She let out a sigh, her legs parting. Sam undid her jeans and pulled them down. Alison bit her lip, watching the flesh colored appendage appear. Good size, thick. She hoped she knew what to do with it. Joey went to the bed and opened a drawer next to it, taking out a bottle. Alison straddled Sam on the bed, the feel of her clothes on her bare skin erotic and she put her hands on her shoulders for balance, Joey's hand again going between her legs, spreading some lube on her. She put the bottle aside and then stood behind her.
She saw Sam hesitate and then pick the bottle up, putting some in her hand as well. She ran it over her strap-on and Alison's hand went down to hers, helping her. Their eyes met as their hands moved over the rubber and Alison felt a softening in her. God, she really was gorgeous. Less androgynous, more almost pretty, but still able to straddle that line. Her hat had come off and she had soft straight hair, now standing up in spikes from her running her hand through it. Auburn, natural red streaks from the sun running through it. Alison hesitantly put her hand at the base of her neck, feeling the softness. Sam gave her a half-smile watching her.
"Sit on her baby," Joey said, nudging her gently between her cheeks. Even though Sam wasn't speaking, she knew she wasn't a pushover. This was something they had done before with one another she realized as she felt herself slowly sink onto her shaft, Joey pushing into her from behind. She exhaled slowly, the feeling almost overwhelming. It had been a long time since she had been double-penetrated and the feeling always took her by surprise.
Sam lay on her back, watching her as they both fucked her, a faster rhythm from Joey. Soon they were moving together, Alison leaning over Sam, riding her, Joey taking her from behind. "Fuck yeah, you like that?" Joey groaned, her hand going to her hair, twisting in it hard. She let out a breath, tensing slightly. She didn't necessarily mind when her hair was tugged on, but something about the way she was doing it, to see if she could get a rise out of her...well she almost yanked her head away from her. But she didn't as her eyes went to Sam's below her. Sweat rolled down her back and chest, time seeming to slow. Sam was breathing harder, but wasn't shoving into her the way Joey was, instead trying to move with her movements above her and not Joey's which was becoming harder to do as she started to pound into her. Sam almost seemed as if she were waiting for something, her hands barely moving as they rested on her hips.
It felt really good, but she knew she wasn't going to come, her long blond hair cascading over her and Sam, almost creating a veil. She moaned, Joey finally climaxing from her efforts, her breasts pushing against Sam's shirt as she let her arms collapse, her body nestled over Sam's. Joey grumbled, then pulled out of her, Alison wincing. She slowly removed Sam from herself as well, not looking at her although she could feel her eyes on her. She didn't think Sam would want her on her after Joey had finished. "You were good baby," Joey said, lightly smacking her ass. She cringed inwardly but gave her a slight smile standing up. "Can I use your bathroom?" "Of course. Stay if you want," Joey said yawning, going face down on the bed.
Alison went into the bathroom and closed the door, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked flushed, her eyes slightly wild. The orgasm that never came sat deep in her groin and she sighed. She supposed she should just wait until she got home rather than try to take care of herself here. She looked at the shower then shrugged, turning it on. She took a quick one, washing the sweat off her body and careful between her legs and up farther, then dried off, running her hands through her hair.
She opened the bathroom door, the only light coming from the lamp near the couch which Sam was sitting on. She saw Joey was passed out on the bed. Her clothes were hanging over the couch, and she hesitated, then walked naked towards Sam who was watching TV, finishing the last of her beer. She had pulled her jeans back on, but they were undone at the top. Her stomach was flat, muscle showing, the bandage around her upper torso still on. She was so...she just couldn't describe it. Stunning. That was the word. She seemed different than the typical boi like Joey too. There was something behind her eyes. A darkness, almost like a question. And maybe even a softness.
She had to walk past her to get her clothes and when she did, Sam reached up, their fingertips touching. She stopped, their eyes on one another. They stared at each other for a long moment and then Sam slowly pulled her closer until she straddled her on the couch. Her hands rested on her own thighs, Sam's on her waist. "You didn't come." It was more a statement than a question. Alison shook her head. Sam took her face in her hands, bringing her closer. Their lips brushed softly. She felt a sensation like the slide of slow molasses start at the base of her neck, going through her whole body. Once, then again. They clung and then her mouth parted and they were kissing hungrily, their tongues twining. Definitely a kisser. And a very very good one.
Alison felt her nipples harden, her breasts feeling swollen. She heard herself moan and Sam's arm went around her lower back, her body arching slightly. "Let me take you there..." Sam breathed in her ear, her hand running down to her ass, holding her close. She loved that she was asking, not taking. Alison nodded, and Sam stood, taking her with her, then set her down in the love seat across from them, facing the wall, away from Joey. Suprised, she watched Sam go to her knees, her legs being put over her shoulders. Bois she ended up with rarely did this for her. You had to ask and she never did, not wanting to feel like she was making them do something they weren't comfortable with.
It had been a long time since she had someone's mouth between her legs and she felt her orgasm start to rise almost immediately when she felt Sam's mouth touch her. She whimpered lightly, Sam's tongue like magic on her clit. She was close in less than a few minutes and she shook her head, her hand going to Sam's hair. "Together," she whispered, breathless. She didn't want to come like this, she wanted Sam with her, wanted her to feel pleasure too. Sam slowly brought her body up, Alison reaching for her jeans. She saw Sam hesitate, then put her hands to the sides of the her on the chair, as she undid her jeans, then pull them over her hips.
She had cleaned the strap-on when she was in the shower, it feeling smooth in her hand. Sam pulled her jeans over her feet and off. She came between her legs and Alison slowly put her hands on her binding. Sam didn't stop her, watching her intently. She had never once tried to do this to any boi she was with that wore one. She reached for the two clasps, then pulled them up and out. The binding unraveled and she felt her breath leave. Gorgeous firm, high breasts looked back at her. They were more than a handful, perfect size and she swallowed letting the binding drop. "Come here, beautiful," she heard herself whisper. Sam's nostrils flared, her cheeks flushing as she came over her, their mouths meeting hotly.
Her hands roamed over Sam's smooth skin as she felt her hand between her legs, scooping up her wetness, spreading it and putting it on her strap on. She gasped, feeling Sam at her entrance, and then she was inside of her, smooth hard and heavy. She groaned, wrapping her legs around Sam who wasted no time, one hand going to her clit, the other over her head, holding on to the chair as she slid in and out of her, her insides clenching sweetly.
Within moments she felt herself reach the abyss. She arched, her head tilting back, her mouth sliding over Sam's hard nipples and chest before landing on her neck. She cried out softly, shuddering through her orgasm and Sam let out a harsh breath, her arms going around her, seating her fully as they both rode the waves. She bit Sam's neck, trying to stay afloat. She realized that Sam had come as well when she bent her head to her shoulder, a shiver going through her. She moaned, her arms around Sam, both of them still in the aftermath.
She took Sam's face in her hands, their cheeks pressed together, "Thank you," she whispered softly. Sam tightened her hold on her lightly in response, their breathing slowly coming back to normal. Finally Sam pulled out of her and Alison sat up slowly. Sam unstrapped the appendage, their eyes meeting. Sam's were dark, her lids heavy. Her body was beautiful, not anything like a boy's now that she didn't have the strap-on or wrap attached to her body. She was shaped like a model but had muscle like an athlete. She obviously had chosen to cover her body up, was more comfortable as a boi. She could've easily been a femme. And she found herself surprised that she wasn't left wanting.
Her eyes went to Joey who was still passed out on the bed. The clock read 6:45am. She stood shakily, their bodies almost touching. She wanted to stay in her arms. Knew it was not something these two probably wanted. She reached up, touching Sam's neck lightly where she had bitten her and Sam gave her a slight smile. She turned, going for her clothes and she heard Sam go into the bathroom, shutting the door. Better to leave now. It would be awkward. As much as she wanted to think Sam was different, she knew better. All bois she had met were the same, players. She realized she wanted more. But would she ever be able to find that with a boi? She highly doubted it. She called a cab, dressing and a few minutes later, she left.
It had been a few weeks since that night. Alison had thought about Sam alot. Unable to get her out of her mind. The way her body had felt against her, the way she had been so chivalrous with her. She got wet just thinking about her inside of her, her mouth between her legs. So when a friend wanted her to go to the same bar she had met her and Joey in, she felt nervous. What if she was there? And she had seen her almost immediately when she had walked in. Her, Joey and two other bois were sitting at one of the tables, all of them laughing and talking loudly. She walked past them, Joey and Sam both looking up at her. Joey grinned at her, "What's up chickie?" and one of the bois at the table laughed. "Hey," Alison said, her eyes going to Sam. Sam barely acknowledged her, their eyes meeting briefly. So that's how it was going to be. See, what did she tell herself? Same old same old. Disappointed, she looked away, following her friend to the bar. Maybe she was hoping there was a connection. There obviously wasn't. She felt her stomach clench as she sat down at one of the bar stools near the corner, prepared for a long night.
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Sam felt her eyes drawn to Alison. She felt her stomach drop. A boi had taken the seat next to her and was chatting her up. She was older, a regular, and had a reputation as a monster in bed. She obviously had her sights on Alison. Who wouldn't? She was easily the most beautiful woman here, and not only here, but the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on. She was surprised she hadn't stuttered and tripped over her own feet when Joey had brought her back to the table a few weeks ago. And when they had gone back to Joey's place and she had taken her clothes off, her heart had stopped. She felt her mouth go dry, her eyes taking in her flawlessness.
The sex had been quick, just what Joey wanted. She indulged that boi more often than not. She had watched Alison the whole time, unable to look away. All the little nuances, the way her body responded to every little thing. She understood in those moments a few things about her. That she didn't necessarily even want to be there, but had been compelled to, somewhat like herself. That she was searching for something.
Girls that slept around, it wasn't something she looked down on. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw the same thing. She didn't have double standards, like girls were sluts and guys were just gigolos. She didn't know if it was even about the sex, but about trying to find something in yourself or someone else that could be the catalyst for something much bigger, something she seemed to not be able to pinpoint. Something missing from her own psyche. Feeling unfulfilled.
Alison didn't act like some silly drunk girl that would fuck anyone. It was almost as though she was wondering why she was there. When Joey had pulled on her hair, she had felt Alison still over her. She wasn't just some girl that would let you do whatever you wanted, she saw strength in those light blue eyes. She thought possibly the only reason that Alison hadn't protested was because Sam had been beneath her, their eyes on one another. Hell, she almost wanted to push Joey off of her as well. Joey had come as was her usual, getting off on the control aspect, but neither her nor Alison had.
Afterwards, the whole time Alison was in the shower, she thought about joining her. And when she had come out, she knew she couldn't let her leave. She wanted to take her on that climb. Not for herself, to prove that she could, but because she wanted Alison to feel pleasure, something she wasn't sure she had really felt before when they had both been inside her.
That she had let Alison take off her binding was as amazing as her going between her legs to taste her. Neither were the norm, not only for the boi group she was a part of, but for her. Not that she hadn't wanted to at times, but no girls she had been with had tried to take the wrap off, or asked her to eat them out. She enjoyed going down on a woman quite a lot actually, but it was something that wasn't expected and she didn't do it unless they asked, which was rarely.
Alison had tasted fuckin' good. Sweet and oh so wet. She could've stayed down there forever. She had brought her to the edge quick. The fact that Alison had stopped her, that she wanted her to join her when she came, it was almost like it was too good to be true. She had eagerly joined her, even though in retrospect, she should've stayed where she was, made it just about her right then, since her and Joey had been so selfish earlier. But she had done as she asked and she wasn't disappointed. Her soft sounds and moans, the dildo rubbing her own clit and Alison's mouth biting her neck had been sensory overload and she had fallen over that edge with her, shocked and in heaven, if only for a brief minute in time.
It was as if all the gender and sex roles stopped being defined, something she had always struggled with. She wasn't like Joey, she didn't view women the same way she did, but somehow she found herself in situations that dispelled that. And she didn't like who she had become. Conforming to some role she was supposed to carry out because she defined herself as a tomboy and was drawn to other aspects of being a boi like packing, wearing athletic clothes, binding her breasts. It didn't mean she had to be a shit to them just because Joey was.
She found when she was in the mood, she went along with what Joey wanted more out of boredom. She didn't feel she had a right to be discerning when she wasn't even sure what she was looking for. When she had met Alison, she almost wanted to turn Joey down. But the thought of Joey with this girl all alone, well maybe she wanted to make sure not only did Joey not hurt her, but she didn't want to pass up on the chance of being with this stunning woman. Call her selfish.
When she had come out of the shower, she was sort of surprised Alison wasn't there. A lot of girls she was with became clingy when she gave them what they needed, stayed around even when they knew they were not wanted. Not that she didn't want Alison. She did. And if she was still there after her shower, she wouldn't have minded, even if Joey would have. She was the rare boi that liked cuddling. Not that she did normally. She hadn't really found a lot of women that could handle that and not start talking about moving in or having a committment ceremony.
Yeah, she wasn't discerning when it came to sleeping with girls, but as far as relationships went, well it had been years since she found someone worth staying in for. In a way she was glad Alison had left that night, because undoubtedly Joey would try to make her feel silly for being there even though she had told her she could stay. She had sensed Alison was a pretty intelligent woman. Knew that leaving was the better option. Still, she felt a little let down when she came back and she was gone. But hell, it wasn't like she said anything that would have made her stay. She should have and she knew it as she looked at her from across the bar.
She had thought about Alison off and on since she had seen her. The love bite on her neck that caught her eye when she looked in the mirror was a constant reminder of what it felt like to really feel desire again. And when she came in the bar, she felt every instinct to get up, touch her, say something. Instead she had dismissed her and saw Alison recognize it as that. She had seen the hope in her eyes leave as quickly as she had seen it and at the moment she hated herself.
She watched the boi lean in, placing a hand on her back as they talked over the music. She didn't like someone else touching her like that. It scared her to think this boi could slide right in and take the place she desperately wanted to be in but couldn't. She drowned herself in more beer, sliding low into her seat. Some girl was trying to talk to her, but she wasn't feeling it and finally she stood, making her way to the bathroom.
When she came out, she saw Alison and her friend getting up. She passed her and Alison leaned in, Sam stopping in her tracks. She handed her something, "Come over tonight," she said softly, their eyes meeting. Sam heard some lame excuse come out of her mouth. Alison's eyes lowered at her rejection as she nodded, then turned, heading out with her friend, the boi in tow. She saw Alison's shoulders slip as they made their way through the crowd. What the fuck was wrong with her that she couldn't give in to what she wanted? Pretending she was something she really wasn't. She went back to the table, taking the shot that was sitting there, pissed, answering her friends in mono-syllables.
They stayed until closing time and instead of heading to Joey's with a few of the girls she walked down the street towards the cab, the rain starting to fall. "Where to?" the cabbie asked. Sam sat for a long moment then looked at the piece of paper in her hand. She took a breath, then read it off. What was she doing? She didn't know. What if that boi was over there? All she knew was that she couldn't let this go.
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Alison padded barefoot through her living room. Her hair was still wet from the shower and she tucked a strand behind her ear, turning off the lamp. The doorbell rang and startled, she wondered if her roommate was back early. She opened the door and her breath caught. Sam stood in front of her, soaked from the rain. Her hat was on backwards, her drenched shirt and jeans leaving drops of water on the floor below. Alison blinked at her, speechless. "Let me in," Sam said, her voice low.
Alison stepped back, Sam walking over the threshold. Alison closed the door behind her and gasped, Sam lifting her into her arms, pushing her against the door. Her mouth descended on hers and she groaned, her body coming alive immediately. She wrapped her arms around her neck, her legs around her hips. The kisses left her feeling like she was spiraling out of control. "I'm sorry," Sam whispered in her ear, holding her close. Alison shook her head, "For what?" Sam kissed her lightly, bringing her off the door. "For making you think I didn't care, that I don't. I do..." Alison felt her heart hammer in her chest, "You do?" Sam nodded, "Yeah, a lot." Alison bit her lip, "Take me to bed." Sam nodded, following her motion towards the only lit room in the house.
Their eyes remained on one another as she came into the bedroom, sitting on the bed. "I want this to be about more than what's in this room. If you want it to be.." Sam said softly, looking vulnerable. Suddenly Alison felt tears come to her eyes. When you least expect it, someone comes along. She knew Sam was that person. "I want that very much." Sam gave her a slow smile, their mouths meeting again, gentle. "I think..." Alison whispered, "that I've been waiting for you." Sam ran her finger down Alison's cheek, "I'm not going anywhere."
Alison got off her lap and stood, taking off her shorts and tshirt, revealing nothing underneath. Sam groaned, "God, you're so beautiful." She stood, pulling off her wet shirt and started to undo her pants. "Let me," Alison said softly. Sam dropped her hands, watching her. Alison undid her binding again and ran the back of her hand over her breast. Sam swallowed, her hand resting on Alison's waist. Alison unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. Naked, both of them tumbled onto the bed, Sam coming between her legs.
Alison ran her mouth up Sam's smooth stomach, feeling the muscles move lightly as the tip of her tongue touched her nipple. Sam inhaled sharply, watching her, her eyes wide. She was pretty sure that she was doing something that wasn't something Sam usually did in bed. And she felt excitement, knowing she was letting her in. She brought it into her mouth, sucking lightly as her legs went around her hips. "Fuck," Sam whispered, her arms locking as she let her take her time. Alison took the other nipple in her mouth, her fingers playing over breast, cupping it. She needed her inside of her. Now.
She reached down, guiding her into her, not caring if it hurt a little, no lubrication. She needn't have worried. She was so wet that she slid in easily. She arched, letting out a low breath, her mouth still on Sam's breasts. Sam moved her hips slowly, gentle but firm, coming almost all the way out, then all the way back in, her angle perfect, Alison struggling to keep her eyes open. "It's ok baby, we have all night," Sam let out, her hands sliding up to lace with hers above her head. Alison hesitated, then relaxed, her legs rising even higher, their mouths meeting.
Sam took her at the slow pace, but it felt oh so right. She realized with a start that she was going to climax without stimulation on her clit, her eyes snapping open in surprise. "Shit," Alison moaned, starting to shudder. Sam groaned, her mouth going to her breasts, running her tongue over her nipples and she came explosively, her legs widening, her hands clenching in Sam's as she rode her.
"Baby," Sam whispered as she finally came down. Alison felt a smile come over her face, her eyebrow raised. Sam looked at her warily. "Don't baby me..." she growled and she flipped them, straddling Sam. Sam laughed, letting her take control. Alison rose off of her, her hands going to the straps of her appendage. She unsnapped it, watching Sam's anxiousness. She felt like everything she identified as what turned her on during sex, well, it was changing by the second. This was a completely new thing for her. Give and take. Bois were usually so serious in bed, in charge.
She pulled it off of her, Sam unmoving. She ran her hands up her long legs, kissing her strong thighs, her mouth moving to her stomach up to her breasts. Sam let out a breath, her hand going to her head gently. She let her leg rest between Sam's, pressed into her lightly as she kissed her breasts, her fingers sliding up her body. Sam let out a soft sound as she bit her nipple gently, licking it. Sensitive. She pressed her leg deeper into her as she took her other breast in her mouth. Sam's legs inched apart on their own, her hips unconsciously moving.
Most bois, they penetrated, weren't the ones being penetrated. She wasn't going to push the issue. But she did want to give her pleasure, as much as she'd let her. She kissed her, their tongues sparring gently, her hand going between her legs. Sam stiffened, then relaxed. She slid her fingers up her, delighted to find she was wet, and she pressed against her clit gently. Sam bit her lip, Alison rising above her. "Just relax..." she whispered, then slid down her body.
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Sam was as scared as she was turned-on. It had been years since anyone had been between her legs like this. Alison's mouth made her lose her breath, her vagina clenching hard. She was used to having the strap-on, watching it disappear between countless women's lips as they gave her a blow job. She thought it was hot, but only really let them do it because they seemed to want to. Without it on, she felt completely naked.
She felt almost overly sensitive, Alison's tongue light, darting over her folds, gently insinuating itself inside of her for a moment before coming up to her clit. She moaned, her leg going over Alison's arm, Alison humming lightly into her,causing her to jerk in her arms. It wasn't long before she was moaning uncontrollably, her hips shifting, needy. She knew what she wanted. Was afraid to ask. Would it mean giving up her control? Giving up what was supposed to define her?
Alison's knuckles brushed her opening, not going in, just teasing and she groaned. She knew Alison wouldn't go inside of her unless she wanted her to. And the knowledge made her lose the last vestiges of control and she let out a low breath, "Alison," she whispered, pleading softly. Alison's eyes opened, her normally light blue eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want baby," Alison whispered, her tongue drawing out her pleasure. "I want to feel you...inside of me," she managed, her cheeks flaming.
Alison didn't lord it over her, didn't make some silly comment, didn't make her feel like she was asking for something she shouldn't be. Instead she kissed her lightly, her tongue playing against her clit gently and she felt her fingers slowly invade her body. She whimpered, feeling herself clench. Alison was slow, her tongue making her feel pleasure, distracting her from the slight burn. It had been a long time. And then she groaned, her head falling back as Alison pushed all the way in, her tongue fast over her engorged flesh.
Alison knew exactly what she was doing, her body already close, now falling over the edge. She tensed, trying to stop the impending orgasm, but she couldn't, her legs taut, her back arching. Alison curved her fingers, Sam's eyes flying open as she hit her sweet spot, something almost no one had found and she let out a gasp, her hand going to Alison's head as she came, their eyes meeting, Sam's shocked ones finally closing as the waves crashed over her. She shuddered, finally coming down and Alison gently pulled out, coming above her.
Sam opened her eyes, her hands going to her face, cupping it. Alison bit her lip, looking slightly insecure. How could she not think it had been good for her? She slowly rolled her over so that she was above her and their mouths met. She could taste herself on her lips, their tongues playing. "It's my turn to thank you," Sam whispered, nuzzling her nose with Alison's. Alison gave her a brilliant smile, her arms around her, "You're welcome gorgeous."
Sam let out a laugh and Alison touched her face lightly, "You aren't used to someone telling you that you are beautiful, are you?" Sam shook her head. "Does it bother you?" Sam shook her head, "No. It seems that everything you say and do..just feels right," she admitted. "God, I feel the same way too," Alison said softly. "Change is good," Sam said quietly. They lay quietly, the early morning enveloping them, their arms wrapped around one another. It was the first time in a long time she could remember doing just that.
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Alison rolled her eyes, looking at the clock. She hadn't really wanted to meet Sam here but she was still at work when she had called and she was already down near the bar so she had gone to wait. She hadn't been there long before she ran into Joey who was her normal punk self. They chatted for only a brief moment before she had found a seat at the bar. 10 minutes passed before a boi came and sat down next to her. She turned her head and saw it was the same one she had talked to a week prior, but ended up turning down. Persistent.
They chatted for only a second, before she saw Sam walk through the door. She was still dressed for work, ripped jeans that had smudges of grease stains, leather coat over a white tshirt, also stained. Black work boots on her feet, hat on low. She looked good enough to eat, and other girls thought so too as they turned to look at her, trying to catch Sam's eye.
She saw Joey and they chatted for a moment, Joey trying to get her to sit down. She shook her head, nudging her, then looked around, her eyes landing on her. Alison smiled at her and Sam's mouth lifted. She saw Joey look their way and then back to Sam, saying something. Sam shook her head, saying something back, her face clouding over. Joey gave her a strange look and Sam left her standing there, walking towards her.
"Sid, can you get me a Bud Light?" she asked the bartender who smiled, nodding. She reached into the cooler, setting it in front of her. Sam came around the boi sitting next to her and then was standing in front of her. "Hi baby," Alison smiled up at her. Sam smiled, her eyebrow raising. The boi next to her turned to say something, when she saw Sam's hand go to Alison's thigh. Their eyes met and the other boi got up out of her seat, "My bad," she shrugged, and left, walking down to take another seat. "Tough girl, huh?" Alison asked, grinning. "Who me?" Sam laughed.
She sat, taking the beer that Alison offered. They talked about their work week. Alison was a financial investor and a good one. She made more this year than she had in the last three combined and finally had been able to buy her own condo in the city. From what she knew, Sam worked at one of the garages in the city. A grease monkey, as her dad would say. Her dad was one of those grease monkeys and she had always admired how hard he worked growing up. She had a lot of respect for mechanics and the fact that there was a disparity in income and social status didn't bother her at all. Sam could've been a bum and she still would've been attracted to her.
"Why don't we go back to my place and get you out of these clothes," Alison said, finishing her drink. Sam grinned, "You got it." Alison stood, Sam finishing her beer and they walked towards the exit. She saw Joey stand up from the table and come towards them, a few bois sitting at the table with another girl. "You leaving?" Joey asked. "Yeah," Sam nodded, Alison stopping beside her. "With her?" Joey asked, eyeing her. "And?" Sam said, watching her. "C'mon man, hang out with us," she motioned towards the table. "Naw, not tonight," Sam shook her head. "You're gonna say no to us, but yes to her?" Joey asked incredulously.
Alison knew the boi mentality. Bro's before ho's and all that. She felt a sinking in her stomach, knowing the etiquitte in these groups predicated what would happen. She was shocked when she felt Sam's hand slip into hers as she laced their fingers. "Yeah, I am. And she has a name man." Joey stared at Sam, "Yeah, I know she has a name. Girl was in our bed not too long ago if you don't remember."
She saw Sam's jaw flex lightly, "Well, now she's in mine." "Man, she's nothing but a roll in the sack. You turning your back on me?" It had grown silent around them, eyes fixed at what was transpiring. "You know we're buddies Joey, but you better watch what you say to me. The way you treat women, I'm surprised if you don't end up old and alone, like you are right fuckin' now. Alison's my girl so if you have something to say about her or me, then you say it now, to my face."
The bois were wary, watching but not interfering. Joey's face was flushed, embarassed as the stand-off brought a few more on-lookers. She saw Joey's body change, signaling her submission and aquiescence. "Step off," Sam said more gently, their bodies close. They stared one another down and then Joey huffed, turning back to the table. Someone opened the door and she followed Sam out, her hand still placed gently in hers.
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"Can we go back to my place first? I need to get a change of clothes." Sam said as they got into the cab. "Of course," Alison said quietly. "What?" Sam asked gently, after giving the cabbie her address. Alison paused at hearing the address. It was near where she lived, upper west side. A nice area. "I...you didn't have to do that back there." Sam turned towards her, cupping her face, "Yeah, I did. Joey needs to remember to think before she speaks. She's not a bad person, she's just been hurt one too many times and hides behind this macho facade. Plus, she shouldn't talk about you like that."
Alison bit her lip, "You told her that I'm your girlfriend." Their eyes met, "You are...aren't you?" Sam asked softly. "Oh yeah." Sam looked relieved, "I guess it's a little stupid of me to assume." Alison shook her head, "I think I've been yours the moment we met. God, what you did..was so fuckin' sexy. You aren't the only one that needs to change." Sam laughed, pulling her close as they kissed slowly, the cab coming to a halt in front of a large brownstone.
Sam paid and opened the door, waiting for her. Alison got out, looking up at the complex. This was a really nice place. She had actually looked at it before she found her own condo. She had wanted it, but it had just been too expensive. "You live here?" Alison asked as she followed her up the steps. "Yep," Sam said, opening the door, pushing the heavy wood aside. Sam shrugged off her coat, closing the door behind her. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, taking Alison's coat as well and hanging them both nearby. "Sure, whatever you're having." She followed her through the townhouse, looking around.
It was a gorgeous place, high vaulted ceilings, wide open space. The furniture was dark, modern. What Sam did for a living wasn't matching up with what she was looking at. "Do you live here alone?" Alison asked, as she came into the kitchen. Modern appliances, a huge island taking up part of the kitchen. "Uh huh. Why do you ask?" Alison took the beer she handed her and she chewed on the inside of her lip, "I guess...well, it's just that...being a uh...mechanic...this place is just..it's expensive. I know because I looked at it before I got my own place." Sam swallowed her beer, a smile forming on her face.
"What?" Alison asked, furrowing her brow. "Yeah, I suppose if I was a regular auto mechanic at like...Jiffy Lube or something." Alison still felt confused, but nodded. Sam laughed, reaching out to put an arm around her waist. "Honey, I own my own shop and two others right outside the city." Alison looked up at her surprised. "You are so adorable," Sam smiled, kissing her lightly. "I guess I could see how you would think so, especially looking at me now, all dirty. What can I say, I like working on some of the cars. I'm in the process of restoring a few and I kinda get into it."
Alison bit on Sam's lower lip gently, "That is so damn hot. I love a girl that's good with her hands." Sam guffawed, slapping her lightly on the ass. "And I love that you thought I was some poor mechanic and still wanted to take a chance on me, big money maker." Alison felt her cheeks get red and Sam brushed her finger over her neck. "Take a shower with me?" Sam smiled. Alison huffed, "Maybe." Sam grinned, setting down her beer and lifted her up over her shoulder. Alison laughed, whacking Sam on her ass, both of them cracking up as she carried her through the house.
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Nervous, Sam looked down at Alison as she leaned against the doorframe. "You've been acting strange all night Sam. What is it?" Alison asked, frowning. They had been going out over three months, things going better than she had ever imagined or thought herself worthy of. Alison was the perfect girlfriend. She liked watching sports with her on the tv, liked action movies, kept up for her beer for beer on the occasions she had a rough day, and in bed...well, she had absolutely no complaints. She was genuinely sweet, funny as hell and intelligent to boot. She was so damn beautiful and sexy that everytime she found herself staring at her, she couldn't believe she was hers.
"I...this weekend, I was wondering maybe if you would want to come with me to my parents place?" Alison blinked up at her, "Yeah?" She could see the surprise in them, but she also saw that it was the right question to have asked. "Yeah, I haven't seen them in forever and they keep hounding me to come out for a family dinner. I thought maybe..you'd like to go to the country for a few days if you don't have plans?" Alison gave her a shy smile, "I'd love to, seeing as my only plans were to hang out with you." Sam felt relief wash over her.
She was worried maybe it was too early, not knowing what the rules were for bringing someone home to meet your family. She had never brought any of her girlfriends home, never thinking it was the "right" time. Plus if she were honest, she didn't really want them to meet any of them. It was the first time she was dating someone that she would be proud to bring home. "Okay," Sam smiled, leaning down to kiss her lightly. "I'm glad you asked," Alison said softly, running her hand down her stomach to land on the waistband of her jeans. "I'm glad I did too." "I promise I'll behave myself, act like a lady." Sam laughed, "I'm not worried, you are a lady." Alison smiled, as she wrapped her arms around her. They said goodbye, Sam heading home.
Her parents always asked about her girlfriends, wanted to meet them and Sam always gave them some excuse. Her mom was gonna go insane when she told her she was bringing someone home. Her parents, from the day she had come out, had been 100% supportive. Her brothers were pretty cool about it, towing the line between treating her like their sister and one of the guys. She knew she was lucky, that a lot of girls, especially ones that chose to live like bois, didn't always get accepted into their blood family like she had. All they ever wanted was for her to be happy.
She had found that she had a hard time trying to find her own identity when she was younger. She grew up in the country, didn't have the support groups that some kids had in the city. She had known in highschool that the slight attraction and crushes she had on other girls growing up was much more than that. She didn't feel like she was supposed to be born a guy, that she had the wrong body parts. She did find however that because of her tomboyishness, her want to dress and sort of be physically more masculine, that she slid into the role of boi. She was attracted to very feminine women, and to girls that liked to be taken like a guy takes a girl.
The first time she had bought a strap-on and actually used it, she knew that it was something she had been missing. She loved having sex that way, and found it was natural for her, and that she was quite good at it, girls always coming back to her for more. Her own orgasm was always a distant second to making the person she was with feel good. She also found the binding of her breasts just sort of part of it, never really feeling comfortable with having them sort of out there. They weren't small enough that she couldn't wear a bra so she bound them.
There were only two women before Alison that had ever seen her without either the strap-or or binding on. One was a girl in highschool, Sandra, that she had fallen madly for. They had slept together for six months or so before the girl had decided that she couldn't be with her, and had gone back to her old boyfriend, scared of being with her socially. The other had been a really drunken night with a woman she had been pursuing all of a few weeks a few years back. It had been a hot night, but afterwards, she realized she had made a mistake. It didn't feel right, and she realized it was the girl, not the act.
She had met other bois once she moved to the city and started hanging out with them, but found that though they were fun to hang out with, their mentality was a lot different than her own. They all slept around, something she wouldn't deny, but they all also treated women almost with disdain, their macho attitudes interfering with common sense. They never wanted to sleep with the same girl twice and if they did, they strung them along just to have a willing sex partner. They talked to them crudely, even though some of the girls pretended not to mind, and sometimes talked about them like they weren't even there.
Sam didn't get down like that, it wasn't her thing. But somehow she found she still hung out with other bois, a clique that on one hand she liked because of the camaraderie, but on the other hand disliked because it could be hell on the women they were with. Sam genuinely loved women. Everything about them. But because she had a hard time with some of the aspects of what being a boi entailed, she found herself sometimes removed from what she was doing with them, especially when she hung around Joey.
Some of her fears and desires...well, she knew if some of the other bois knew, they would dog her. The need to feel love, to receive pleasure by letting herself be open and vulerable, the want to be pentrated as well. And when she found Alison...well, it was like she was swept along on this tide, both of them wide-eyed and surprised at what was transpiring between them, both of them questioning what it was they had always truly wanted and desired from the person they were with and within themselves.
As far as their circle of friends went, Joey was the self-proclaimed power leader of the bunch, but all the bois she hung around with in town knew that Sam was by far the stronger one, mentally and physically. She pampered Joey, let her think she was boss, but she and Joey both knew Sam didn't answer to anyone, least of all her. If women had to choose, they would usually choose her over Joey, so if she could, Joey would try to find someone that might sleep with both of them, that way she could make believe they had really said yes to her, that she saw them before Sam did and therefore the girl really was hers.
Sam did what she wanted to. If she wanted to do a threesome, she did. If not, all the better for Joey. They had slept with four different women together, and each time Sam wondered why she was really even there. Until Alison. She was completely different than any woman she had ever been with. She was glad she had said yes to going to the country. Really glad.
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Alison had felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach for the last week or so. Sam had been avoiding her. Not calling or texting and even though she was pretty damn sure she hadn't done anything wrong, it was like Sam was acting as if she had. Ever since the trip home to meet her parents, things had been a little weird. And a few weeks later, Sam started disappearing. She would call and Sam wouldn't call back until late that night or the next morning. And they hadn't had sex since then either.
At first Alison let it slide, thinking maybe Sam needed space. Maybe bringing her home had been too early for her. The trip had been wonderful, or so she thought. She got to meet her parents and two brothers, all of whom she adored on sight. Sam took after her father physically, with her mother's spirit. And her brothers were a riot. She could feel the love and care they had for one another and it made her miss her own father who had passed away a few years ago from cancer. They had been extremely close and she missed him every day.
They had dinner at her parents house and as they were sitting around afterwards talking, some friends had shown up. One of which was a beautiful girl by the name of Sandra who it turned out, after a few questions asked to her brother, was Sam's first love. She was a sweet girl and she hadn't felt any sort of jealousy whatsoever. Until now.
Because if she had to try to pinpoint why Sam was acting this way, all arrows pointed towards the girl. She supposed the look that Sam had on her face when Sandra had walked into the house would have been...shock. She had covered it up and acted normal pretty much the rest of the time she was there, but she sensed something in Sam's demeanor had changed. That night they had made love, but Sam had seemed distracted. And Alison, from experience, knew subconsciously what was going on. That Sam had her mind on something or more importantly someone else.
Her denial and strong need for self-preservation blocked out any negativity but she should have seen the signs. Going to her parents for the weekend. Sounding guilty. Not calling. So she felt sick to her stomach, it in knots when she found herself at Sam's. She asked the cabbie to stay outside for 5 minutes, and then leave if she didn't come back out, leaving him an extra 10 dollars. She had to know for herself. Had to know what this was. She couldn't delude herself into thinking she was what Sam wanted, when all along Sam had been waiting for the one true love she had in life to come waltzing back in.