Intro: The story below is, of course, a fantasy. The nice part is that the story was driven with ideas from a real, live, woman in my office. I wrote this story for her - we couldn't have "a real thing" because of our partners at the time, but instead we had Lisa and Layla! It's the first story I wrote, years ago, and I don't think this is my best, but it's a start here at Lush, so feel free to critique it as you like!
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‘Do you like caramel ice cream?’ Lisa shouted to Layla from the kitchen.
Layla felt light headed from the evenings events. As she lay strewn on the sofa she could smell intense satsuma aroma oil. The candles surrounding her flickered as their flames bowed to each other it appeared they were whispering among themselves. The sofa was draped with the most beautiful sarong, made of silk, it was so enticing Layla felt compelled to wrap herself in it. Caught in the moment she realised she hadn’t replied to Lisa, but just as she was about to Lisa was there beside her carrying a tub of ice cream with a spoon protruding from it.
‘You didn’t answer so I hope you like it’. Lisa said placing the tub on the small table next to the sofa and placing herself next to her friend. Still under the spell of candles, alcohol and burning oils Layla looked at Lisa as she asked,
‘Do you usually have all these candles burning?’
‘Sometimes, depends what I’m doing’.
As Lisa answered it became obvious to Layla that she somehow had missed the signs that must have come from her friend earlier in the evening, as she looked back at Lisa she was greeted by a deep gaze. This was unexpected and in momentary surprise, Layla did not break this gaze for what seemed like minutes, but was probably that of seconds.
Layla had conjured images of kissing Lisa so many times in her head that she convinced it was a confined only to her own thoughts, but here, right now Lisa’s face was telling a whole different story.
Layla almost jumped as Lisa’s fingertips tiptoed onto her knee and lightly crossed her right thigh, immediately there were goose bumps up her legs and arms. Realising she was holding her breath Layla let out an excited sigh…. prompting Lisa to cross the boundary of friendship into the unknown for both girls.
Before Layla could respond or protest Lisa’s other hand was on her left cheek directing her lips to her own. They were soft and warm and with each caress Layla wanted more. Their tongues met with intensity and almost as soon as they had, Lisa was moving down Layla’s neck using her other hand to feel the curves of her friends’ body wanting to explore every inch. Layla tried to kiss back but Lisa was unbuttoning her shirt causing Layla to be paralysed with pleasure. Lisa’s mouth was now over Layla’s breasts her tongue working furiously to please.
Layla had that high feeling that you get when you know you’ve had just the right amount of alcohol to let go of your inhibitions, and without needing words her hands massaged Lisa shoulders before dancing her fingertips through her hair as Lisa moved her wet lips down further and further before peeling Layla’s clothes from her.
Now Lisa was on her knees grabbing for the tub of ice cream which was now loosely melted she spooned a generous helping onto Layla’s stomach and upper thighs.
‘Oh my god that’s cold, but so nice’
‘I want to put it inside you and lick you till you can’t stand it anymore’
Layla’s head spun, whether with the alcohol or the drunkenness of desire she couldn’t tell or care. She watched as Lisa licked a mouthful of ice cream and her body shuddered as her friend’s mouth, cold with the ice cream, came to her breast.
The friends in their late twenties had known each other for a while, having met a year previously through their now ex-boyfriends. Lisa had a Mediterranean look to her; long dark hair flowed down her back and dark almond-shaped eyes sparkled on her smooth oval face. She had a knowing look about her, something that blonde, petite Layla had always been slightly jealous of. For Layla’s part, she never knew that Lisa had watched her so many times, looking at her round face, small mouth with rosebud lips and cheerful blue-green eyes.
Right now, Layla was feeling vulnerable, and yet submissive. Her left leg lay across the sofa, her right foot was on the floor, her legs apart. Not once in their two years together had Pete ever made her skin break out in goosebumps, but now here she was, naked except for a white cotton thong, feeling something stir deep inside her in response to a woman’s touch.
Melting ice-cream started to trickle down her inner thigh. Lisa took a long fast lick, her tongue passing dangerously close to her friend’s sex.
She glanced at Lisa, who was wearing a red bra and tight blue jeans. Lisa had deliberately kept a little covered; she wanted to be in total control. Their eyes locked onto each other as Lisa kissed slowly up Layla’s chest. Layla threw her head back as Lisa kissed her neck. Lisa knew that she’d planted the seeds of desire in her friend’s head;
‘put it inside you and lick you’...’lick you’...’lick you’. Right now, their sweet warm open mouths were coming together, Lisa’s breath hot on Layla’s face. The tips of their tongues danced a little together, before Layla could stand it no more and curled her fingers round the back of her friend’s neck and kissed her friend deeply.
She didn’t know how long the kiss lasted - a minute? Five minutes? She remembered herself gently moaning a stifled sigh. The rest was just of a kiss of intense passion.
As Lisa slowly broke away, a thin strand of saliva linked their mouths for a second.
Lisa started back down her friend’s neck until she reached her breasts. Layla’s nipples were so hard now and when Lisa gently bit them, a nerve shot an instant sensation straight to between her legs. As one nipple was being sucked hard, the other was being rolled skilfully between thumb and finger. Her body spasmed slightly as her cunt started to ache. She felt a little gush. ‘Lick you’...’lick you’. As those words ran through her head, Layla had crossed a boundary from uncertainty to a salacious wanton need that she’d never felt before.
Earlier in the summer, Lisa had persuaded Layla to have a hollywood wax. Layla wasn’t so sure, but quickly grew rather converted to the feeling of total smoothness that only being completely bare could give. Lisa was now reaping the benefits as she could see the smooth skin of her friend’s lips. A small translucent damp patch had formed on the crotch of Layla’s thong. Lisa’s heart started to race as her mouth approached the front of her friend’s wet panties and she caught that first scent of a woman - the clean but musky odour mixed with the smell of smooth clean skin and perfume.
Layla’s arm reached back and her fingertips clawed onto the sofa as she felt warm lips press against the soft damp cotton. Her back arched as a soft fingertip stroked gently up from where the thong disappeared between her soft cheeks, until it rubbed across her clitoris and up her chest, up her neck to her mouth. She took it in her mouth, gently sucking it, tasting herself. Lisa’s hands stroked down the inside of Layla’s arms, down her sides, and in one motion, started to pull the sides of her thong down. Layla pushed her hips into the air as it peeled away from her, feeling utterly ashamed and yet so aroused as her last shred of dignity slipped from her feet and onto the floor.
Naked now, exposed, she drew a sharp intake of breath as Lisa dripped melting ice cream onto her breasts. Her back arched as a cold lump of ice cream was rubbed against her nipple. Lisa knew there was plenty of time for ice cream to be used in other ways, but right now, the heady musk of her friend was making her dizzy. She kissed down past Layla’s naval, past her waistline and onto her smooth bare skin. Layla felt a cool tongue moving ever closer to her clitoris, swollen, aching, throbbing. The very tip of that tongue licked gently down the hood of her clitoris, and suddenly, unexpectedly moved down and licked longingly and deeply from the depth of her hot hungry cunt and up across her clit, Lisa’s tongue stud flicking hard across it.
Layla stifled a cry, biting hard on a cushion. Her whole body was alive. Wave after wave of release gushed over her, her hips thrusting frantically into Lisa’s face. Lisa felt her friends hot tangy juices run down her tongue, down her throat. She sucked Layla’s clitoris between her lips, flicking the tip of her tongue hard over it. Layla’s body started to tremble. Layla could smell her own scent now, how hot she was, every single cell in her body crying out of the inevitable climax. Fingers curled round the sofa, her head thrown back.
“Oh Jesus. Oh fuck. Keep going! Keep going! Oh fuck, I commmmmiing!”.
She lost count of how many times she came in the next few minutes. It was an intensity she hadn’t accounted for, and when Lisa finally relented and laid her head on Layla’s chest, Layla just lay there, her body going through aftershocks, running her fingers through Lisa’s hair. This was going to be a good night.
