In the sand – Ami and Sasha

It all begins in an innocent sort of way. The type of innocence where deep
down you know there is a fire burning, a fire that doesn’t need ignition, a
destiny unavoidable in the end because both parties want it. Here is our story. Maybe not your “cup of tea,” but it happens. Someone is knocking at the back door. It is her. I know it. She comes every
Saturday afternoon at 2:00 p.m. when her husband goes to play tennis with his
buddies. It all started with coffee. Coffee and girl talk. Her “free time” as she
called it and his “male bonding” time. Oddly enough, I look forward to it
every week with great anticipation. The operative word in that sentence is
“great.” Sasha is different from my other friends. Although she speaks English, she
is a foreigner. I love to just sit and listen to her Australian dialect. She
is a writer, like myself, and I share that bond with no one else around this
small southern town. Sometimes we read our secret erotic stories out loud to
each other. She laughs at my lazy plantation drawl and calls it cute. Once
she accidentally said “sexy.” (That is when I felt the first drops of dew
ooze from my aching abdomen.) Today, I have a new story. I want her to read it, but I am afraid. It is
called “In the Sand,” and there is a sex scene in it between two women, one is
married and Australian, the other is single and American. I don’t know how
she’ll take it, especially when she realizes the married character is HER. It
is so obviously US. And we are playing more than “kissing games” on the
beach. Much, much more. We drink our coffee as usual, but today she is giddy (I love when she is
playful), so we decide to make frozen drinks. We put lemonade and vodka with
ice in a blender. In the past, things have gotten a little intimate on these
“lemonade days.” Once we decided to just lie on my bed and talked about the
various types of female orgasms. I have never been so open about sex with
another woman. My other friends get so closed and uptight about the topic.
We talk about self masturbation, oral sex and vibrators, all kinds of sensual
things. I hate to admit it but the humidity in my lower region is worse than
the moisture in our southern climate during these intimate chats. Last Saturday, I did her make-up and hair for her. Sasha�s eyes are a bright
green and her hair is thick, short and jet black. It felt good to be that
physically near her. I even put on her lipstick. A dark red that looks
stunning against her pale porcelain skin. It was sexual and very seductive.
I wondered if she felt the heat, the wanting and the need. Was she throbbing
and wet like me? Today, after two special lemonades, I get the courage to read her the island
story. I am a little drunk because I didn’t each lunch, but it has helped
ease my fears. “Ami, read it! I just want to lie down and listen to your lovely voice,” she
exclaims. Sasha lies on my couch, with one plump breast peeking through her
sheer, lavender cotton blouse. I can’t help but stare at it and wonder if it
would become hard in my mouth. If I had the chance, I would run my tongue in
little circles around her nipples until they stood erect through the cloth. “Okay.” I read the whole thing straight through and I never look up. She is very silent on the couch. After I finish the frenzied reading, I look
up at her. She has a tear running down her face. I am touched, both
emotionally and physically. My vagina aches for her, her soft touch, her full
mouth and her hungry cunt. “Wow, that was beautiful. Very sexy, Ami,” she says. I notice her hands are
brushing against her own breasts. It is becoming more and more obvious that
she is thinking the same thoughts as I. “Thanks Sasha,” I am embarrassed, and yet at the same time I want to devour
her, dig into her fragrant garden with my face, and explore her fleshy folds
with every ounce of energy and passion in my body. “No, really. You used OUR names. AMI AND SASHA. Any particular reason?”
Her sparkling eyes are looking at me in a soft haze. She is unbelievably
calm. Why shouldn�t she be? She is simply asking a question. But I notice
her hand has made its way right between her thighs. “Yes.” I had to be honest. I fold the papers and get up to walk out of the room.
Maybe I should just go get another drink. This is way too awkward. “Ami.” She calls my name. Her voice has a beckoning tone to it, luring me
back to the heat of her passion and desire. I look at her. “Come here.” I go to her. I tentatively sit on the end of the couch. “Don’t be afraid.” I sit still and silent. A pin drop would sound like a nuclear explosion. Sasha leans over and tenderly kisses me. A real kiss. Long, slow and
lingering. Without missing a beat, we begin to kiss passionately. I have never kissed a
woman before. Her lips are so soft, hot and moist. We slowly and carefully
touch each other. Her hair smells like apples and freshness. She runs her
hands through my long, curly tresses. We lie down on the couch and Sasha kisses my neck. She remembers. I told her
once how I love guys to lick my neck and ears, and they never seem to take the
time to do it. All tongue and no teasing. She takes her time. Her kisses aren’t sloppy or too wet because she knows
exactly what she is doing. I can feel her breasts on top of mine. This feels
different too. It is exciting to have our bosoms pressed together. I want so
badly to feel them without clothing on. We kiss for a very long time. Then she delicately unbuttons my shirt as
though it is made of glass. My black lace demi-bra is revealed. I can feel
the air on my skin with the exposure. I find myself burning for her to touch
them, take one in her . . . then she stops. “Do you want really this?” she asks. I know once we cross this line there will be no turning back. I nod my head. “Are you afraid?” “No. Not afraid. I really do want this,” I reply. She smiles and carefully unhooks the bra. (Thank God she knows how!) My bare
breasts come spilling out. Swollen flesh longing for her sex. She moans. “God, you have beautiful breasts.” Her hands are carefully examining them. I have heard this from men many times, but it never sounded so sexual or
honest as the way she said it. Sasha lightly licks and suck them like
expensive candy. Godiva chocolate. My nipples immediately get erect as a
soldier at attention. I already can feel the seeping, warm wetness between
my legs. Then she moves down and licks my stomach. My shorts have an elastic waist and
I wonder if she will just slide them off. It would be so easy. She does, and with great eagerness and ease. At first, she leaves my panties
on, and kisses and licks me through the material. I hear myself moaning. How
could this feel so good? Why was I dripping and about to explode? I can’t
hold out. But I don’t want to cum either, not yet. She pulls down my skin-colored panties. Then she speaks. “Ami, watch me love you.” I prop my body up using a tapestry throw pillow from the couch. She guides my
legs very, very far apart. I thought I would feel self conscious, but I
don’t. I am so fucking excited. She takes her fingers and parts my lips. I am as exposed as I could ever be.
Sasha looks and sighs. “You are so beautiful. I want to take it all in. You smell wonderful. I
just want to inhale you, like the delicate scent of an ever-so-pale rose.” She softly blows on my clitoris, while I feel something dripping from deep
inside me. Then she puts her mouth on it. She takes her tongue and concentrates on the
one tiny little hard spot. It is so intense. I’m not sure if I can stand it.
It is a strange mix of pain and unbearable pleasure. I whine and I take it. Sasha never lets up. She is relentless. After a few
minutes, I can feel it coming. My legs shake. It is as though every nerve
ending is on fire. I am almost twitching. The orgasm is so intense I scream. As I explode, she takes in the whole area
with her mouth. Her tongue is inside me as my contractions grasp her and
won’t let go. My heart is racing, I am breathing heavy and I am crying. She gets up, my scent on her breath, and kisses me tenderly while she holds
and strokes my hair. I can taste myself inside her mouth. She whispers in my ear, “I love you Ami, in a special way. I want this to be
special.” I cry even harder. She is crying too. We cry and kiss and hold each other. After a few moments we kiss again. This time we allow our sexuality to take
over and a wild, animalistic side of me suddenly surfaces. “Sasha?” I whisper as I stick my tongue into her ear. “Yes?” She teases me again with her finger, slipping it inside my swollen,
overflowing pussy. “Let’s do something dirty and exciting. Like the characters in the story.” I know by the way she smiles that she is game. I lead her by the hand into my
bedroom, and stand before her at the foot of the bed. We strip down completely naked. Then we sit up on the bed, with our legs
spread open wide. The lights are on and everything is revealed. I stare at her lips spread open wide for me. Her “tongue” is erect and ready
to be sucked. I can smell her too and she smells delightful. It makes me
even wetter. She stares at my own lips and my tongue and my wetness. I am
drooling down there. Then we begin the chant. It came from out of nowhere, natural, hypnotic, like
a ritual we had done many, many times in our dreams. Sasha began and I took
her lead. What do you want? I want you. What do you want? I want to fuck you. What do you want? I want to kiss you, lick you and suck you. What do you want? I want to eat you. What do you want? I want to sit on your face. What do you want? I want you to sit on my face. What do you want? Finger me. Finger fuck me. What do you want? Fuck my breasts. What do you want? Fuck me. What do you want? I want to lick your every orifice. Then, we move together. She slips two fingers into my deep, dark hole and I
slip two fingers into hers. We pump each other, pump until we are wet, finger
fuck until we are on the verge. In unison, we take our fingers and place them in each other’s mouths. We taste
ourselves as we suck each other’s fingers. Then we form a “perfect circle.” Her head is between my thighs as my head is between hers. I lick and suck
and drink her heavenly juices. I take in her taste and smell and touch with
all my senses as she takes in mine. Then, we both slip our tongues into our
alternative love holes, probing and licking while rubbing each other’s pussy
with two fingers each. The thought of sticking my tongue as far down her as
I possibly can reach makes me hornier than ever. I can feel her rectal
muscles contracting. “Lick me harder,” she begs. Her own tongue explores my private places, going
from my clit to my anus. I am moaning as I enjoy licking her entire bottom,
from back to front. I want it all, every inch of her. She spreads her
beautiful round cheeks even wider to give me better access. I stick a finger
inside her ass as I begin to eat her pussy like a starving lady tiger. She
spurts cum into my mouth ferociously, while her anus grabs my finger and won’t
let go. I buck my own vagina into her face, rubbing my clit on her mouth and
nose until I spew love juice all over her gorgeous white skin. We cum over and over, continuing our “perfect circle” until we are happily
sore. The best part about it is, she is coming over again this Saturday to do it
again. It’s our ritual.