Giving Up Ice Cream

Although I identify as a straight female, I’m a firm believer that all expressions of sexuality is valid and beautiful to the people involved. The LGTBQ community doesn’t deserve to be marginalized for practicing what is the natural right of all human beings, love. This #MasturbationMonday, I’ve written one of many interpretations of healthy sexuality between two women. I hope you enjoy it. — Beatrix Bottomsby

I’d happily give up ice cream for a year for just one long…slow…lick of your pussy.“ I made sure to lick the ice cream I was eating off my spoon in one languid stroke for emphasis and smiled.

I meant every syllable of every word I’d said to my roommate, Ashley. We were both a bit tipsy, having just drank a cheap bottle of wine; but that didn’t negate the fact that I wanted badly to fuck her.

Ashley shook her head laughing. She was use to my crude comments, it was our thing.

She was unlike any woman I’d ever met, a true spit-fire. She was a tall, buxom bombshell with curves for miles, two fully tattooed sleeves, and a thing for nostalgia and bright red lipstick. She wore her love of bygone eras like a Jackson Pollock painting — taking bits from Rockabilly, Goth, Steampunk, and touches of Marilyn Monroe.

She talked like a truck driver and danced burlesque on the weekends for fun. I had a clit-on for her from the moment I met her. But, unlike me, Ashley was straight.

“Honey…If I were into girls, I’d make damn sure it was more than one fucking lick.” Her smoky voice and bold declaration sent tingles down my spine which pooled on the crotch of my panties.

“I’m a big girl with big appetites.” She moved her hands to showcase her mounds of pampered flesh as she reclined on our living room sofa in a vintage peignoir set she wore around the house. She was such a girlie girl. 
I, on the other hand, was not.

I’d always been tall, athletic and, well…butch. With my thin frame, dark, chin-length hair, deep voice, and chiseled features, Ashley always joked that I could pass myself off as Keanu Reeves’s younger brother. I took it as a compliment because I knew she like Keanu as much as I liked eating Häagen-Dazs straight from the container.

“Big appetites, huh? Do tell?” I inched closer, drawn to her like a magnet. I couldn’t help flexing my thighs together as I waited in rapt anticipation of where this hypothetical scenario of me eating her out would conclude. This topic of conversation was getting me all hot and bothered.

I crossed my legs hoping to alleviate some tension, but it was like pouring gasoline onto a flame. My pussy was throbbing from all the talk of licking. If we stayed at it much longer, I’d have to dry-hump myself to orgasm on one of the overstuffed cylindrical bolster pillows next to me.

“You know when it comes to eating, I’m a greedy woman. Just one lick wouldn’t be enough,” she said as she licked ice cream from her glossed lip and smirked. “I’d be compelled to trap your head between my thighs and ride your mouth until I came or you died of oxygen deprivation…whichever happened first.” She laughed. I swallowed hard.

“Whoa! Ash…we have to stop,” I said, rubbing both hands over my face, no longer able to take the sexual banter. “You’re killing me. You know it makes me hot when beautiful women talk dirty. If you say another word, I’ll be tempted to masturbate right in front of you. Your sexual preferences be damned.”

Ashley smirked. I realized my error too late. My brave, adventurous Ashley was never one to back down from a challenge.

“Oh, really?” She put down her ice cream and faced me on the sofa. In the year that we’d lived together, we’d spent a lot of time in each other’s company. But she never looked at me before the way she looked at me now.

She saw everything in that one assessing look. My flush cheeks. My dilated pupils. My contracted nipples.

“Do I really make you that hot?”

“You have no idea.” I rubbed my dampening palms on my legs. We’d always flirted and bantered with each other, but now she knew exactly how I felt about her. And I knew she couldn’t possibly feel the same way about me. Our relationship had just crossed over into unknown territory.

Wherever our relationship went from here, it would never be the same.

She placed her perfectly manicured hand over mine on my lap, and I froze. Mesmerized, I watched that hand move slowly up my bare leg, lingering at the hem of my briefs before continuing their exploration to my inner thigh inches away from the one place in my body where all hell was breaking loose.

“What are you doing?” My voice was barely more than a gasp as the butterflies in my stomach and the sensation of her hand near my groin made breathing suddenly difficult.

“I’m helping you take the edge off,” she said, her hand moving those remaining inches to began rubbing up and down slowly between my legs. Biting my lower lip, I groaned as she stroked me.

“Yes…god…yes!” I couldn’t stop the words from flying out of my mouth as I threw my head back. My hand topped hers, and I ground my pussy into it. I felt like the world was on fire all around me.

“Oh, that feels so fucking good,” I said and reach over to kiss her while she continued to play between my legs.

For months, I’d fantasized about having sex with my roommate. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

Ashley moved away from my kiss, watching me bite my lips and fondle my small breasts.

“Fuck, Ashley. Yes, that’s it…stroke me just like that.” Ashley smiled and sucked on my lower lip. She was enjoying herself. She’d always been a fan of dirty talk…in and outside the bedroom.

“You know,” Ashley began, “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t fantasized about stroking your pussy like this. I totally get off on the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice… I’ve rubbed myself raw thinking about making you come with my hands, my mouth, my tongue…” She stroked my ear lobe with her wet tongue for emphasis.

My body jerked as pleasure shot directly from my ear to where she rubbed me, now in tight circles in the area around my clit. I moaned and rocked into her hand as she spoke.

“I didn’t think I could ever want to eat a woman’s pussy until I met you. But, you’re not like other women, are you? You’re like this sexy as hell androgynous angel that defies everything I thought I desired in a sexual relationship. I want you to be my first, Max. But, first, I want you to come for me.” Her hand. Her words. Her voice. Her heated gaze. They all combined together like an atom bomb of sensation as she stroked me.

“Ahhh, fuck, Ashley! I’m coming so hard. Shit!” Then I detonated.

My world exploded into beams of light and physical sensations as I came. 
I grabbed her face and kissed her full on the lips. She opened her mouth, and I sought her tongue with mine. She was a fantastic kisser. Her lips were so soft. I was still horny as hell, but I wanted badly to taste her. It was time.

We devoured each others mouths, stopping only for air. We removed my gray tee-shirt and her lace robe and nightgown. I positioned her back on the sofa and admired her beautiful body. I was captivated by her perfect contours once captured on canvas by artists who actually had a clue about the allure of a full-figured woman.

I splayed my hands at her neck and moved slowly down her center, over her sternum, between her large breasts to finally massage the flesh at her abdomen. I reveled in the softness of her delicate skin. “You are so beautiful, Ashely. You are a goddess. You’re my goddess.” She smiled up at me.

“You’re going to get so fucked tonight,” she said, and I laughed.

“Not if I fuck you first.” I didn’t want to wait any longer to put my mouth on her, in her. I started at her neck. She smelled cherry blossom body wash. I licked a trail to her chest and suck one pert pink nipple while I massaged the other, then switched.

“Ah… That feels so good, baby.” Her moans were getting louder as I moved lower, licking, kissing, nibbling her belly as it quivered in response to my touch. The pink flush that spread over her body, made me so eager to taste the sweetness between her legs. “Oh…yes…please suck my pussy. Please,” she begged.

I grabbed handfuls of her soft voluptuous thighs and opened her legs, biting and nipping at the flesh of her upper inner thigh.

“Oh…feels so good!”

She was thrashing and bucking now, her body begging for my tongue to part her wet crease, my mouth to suck her swollen clit. I was so horny watching her beg for me. I grabbed the bolter pillow from the floor a placed between my legs. The friction of the pillow against the fabric of my briefs almost made me cum on the spot.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” I asked sitting up a moment while grinding on the pillow, settling the pillow into the right spot to best rub my clit.

“Yes, eat me!” I didn’t wait to be told twice.

The first taste of her transcended all expectations as I spread her open and licked from her wet hole up to her clit, where I sucked in pulses before doing it all again.

Her cries grew louder and she began to fuck my face. I slide two finger inside her slit and began pumping into her wetness. Her slit was drench and coated my fingers as I sucked om her swollen nubbin.

“Ah, shit, you feel so good. Ah, yes…suck that clit. Yes…yes!”

Ashley began to gyrate her beautiful ass faster. I allowed her to fuck my face at her own pace. She was getting close, and so was I as I rode the pillow between my legs.

While I continued stroking and sucking between her legs, I reached up and pinched her left nipple, hard at the same time as I sucked her clit gently against my teeth.

She yelled out incoherently as she came all over my fingers, her pussy contracting as I stroked out her orgasm. I sat up, still kneeling between her open legs and I sucked her cum off my fingers.

“Mmm…your cream tastes so good.”

Licked clean, I slipped my hand inside the band of my briefs to find them sopping wet from riding the pillow. I was going to come again. But, this time I wanted to come to the sight of her wet, shaved pussy oozing cum while she watched me fuck myself.

“Yes, touch yourself. That’s so hot. Look at my wet pussy while you rub your clit. I want you to cum hard.”

I closed my eyes lost in the sensation and felt her sit up. The feel of her of her hot mouth on my nipple just before she bit made my pussy clinch.

“That it… That’s it…fucking come hard!”

I screamed out her name as I came, stroking myself a few times more before collapsing into her arms.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said kissing my cheek. I raised my face and kissed her back. Slow. Languid. Sated.

“You are fucking amazing,”

“So are you really going to give up ice cream for a year,” she asked smiling and happy. I felt my heart skip a beat. I was lying in Ashley’s arms. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I was happy too.

“Sure, why not. I won’t miss it. I’ve found something much sweeter.” 💋

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