Page 34 of The Other Side of Paradise (Story of Paradise #2)

She did say she liked very specific directions.

Painstakingly specific. I could do that.

“Allison,” I said, and when she drew in a quick breath by way of acknowledgement, I held up a hand with my index finger extended, and I said, “Here’s what you’re going to do.

You’re going to take one finger, and you’re going to move it slowly up along your pussy. Okay? Can you do that?”

“I-I can… yes, ma’am.” She mirrored my hand with hers shakily, and she closed her eyes with a soft moan as she dragged her finger up along her shape. It wasn’t like I was into… well, pussy, but it was very nice seeing her quiver with pleasure when she touched herself, doing just as I said.

“Good. Look how well you’re doing! Now, one more time, do it again.”

She followed my orders, holding breathless eye contact with me the whole time, and again, and again. I smiled encouragingly.

“Good girl, Allison! You do such a good job following directions. Now, do it again with two fingers this time,” I said, putting up my hand with two fingers extended. “Can you do that?”

“Yes,” she gasped, following orders. She moaned softly as she did, and I caressed my fingers along where her calf was slung over the back of the couch.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Tell me how it feels.”

“It—it feels really, really really really good. Oh, god, I can’t believe I’m t-touching myself.”

“You are. Do you think you’re going to be able to touch yourself until you come?”

She blushed harder, and she nodded, letting out a small, breathless, “Yes… ma’am.”

That was fucking hot. “You are, ” I said.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Take those two fingers and lay them lightly on your clit.

Not moving yet, just hold them there.” She followed my instructions breathlessly, and I felt so good telling her just what to do that I felt like I was the one being touched.

“Mm, good… good job. Now start moving in circles… just like that. Slowly—slowly. There. Perfect. Good girl. You look so pretty when you’re feeling good.

Use your other hand to play with your nipple. ”

I was pretty sure she couldn’t last long, judging by the way she quivered and moved her hips at the littlest touches.

I didn’t mind. I guided her through every tiny little detail, lavishing praise along her the whole way, as she went faster, and then to slip her finger inside herself, pushing slowly in at the pace I instructed, moving slowly inside herself.

And then a second finger, and then her other hand playing with her clit while I guided her on exactly what to do, until her voice had turned into broken gasps, shuddering breath, and calling my name over and over.

“That’s it, Allison, good girl,” I said. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes—yes, I do. I do.”

I surprised myself with asking, “Or do you want to see me naked first?”

“I—” She stopped moving, her breath catching, looking wide-eyed at me, and I smiled.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I… I want you…” She looked down over my body, blushing.

“Say it.”

“I want to see you… naked,” she whispered, and my god, it was a turn-on. Having a cute person ready to do anything I said and desperate to see me naked was seriously fucking hot. I was going to have to come so hard. Maybe with Allison watching. That sounded really fucking good.

“Good girl,” I said, standing up, and I reached back to unzip my dress, unearthing the hidden zipper and dragging it down until I felt it loosen, and I enjoyed the way Allison’s eyes watched raptly while I lifted the dress up.

She went ahead playing with herself without my instruction, but I let her have it, enjoying the way she circled her clit without seeming to notice as I lifted my dress up over my head, slinging it over the bed and sending my bra after it.

“Oh, Stella,” Allison whispered, her voice reverent.

“Oh…” Her eyes went wider when I slid my panties down, dropping them around my ankles, and I stepped out of them, standing over the couch and slipping a hand down between my thighs.

The touch was electric—the amount I genuinely needed to touch myself at this point, to come, making my whole body quiver.

Allison let out a small, shaky breath. “Oh, god. Fuck, you’re so hot. You’re so…”

“Watch me while you touch yourself, Allison,” I said, sinking back onto the couch, spreading my legs out wide for her, still playing with myself.

Fuck, it felt so good… I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.

My fingers on my pussy right now… I really wanted to take my dildo and stuff myself full, but I didn’t want to dig it out right now. Fuck. This would have to do.

“Stella—oh, my god. I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice shaky, and I shifted closer to her, still playing with my clit with one hand while I put the other on her thigh, and she jerked her hips up off the couch when I did.

“Good girl,” I said. “That’s it, you’re doing so well!

Make yourself come now, Allison—just like that—keep going—let me see you come,” I said, as she pressed her back down into the couch, riding her hips up as she got closer.

“You’re so pretty like this, Allison—keep looking at me as long as you can.

You’re doing so great. Come for me now. Good girl! Just like that! Come for me, Allison.”

She did—hit an explosive orgasm, hips rocking up off the couch surface, her face a thin sheen of sweat as she kept her gaze on mine as long as she could until her eyes shut, voice cracking, straining against it as she buried her fingers deep inside of herself with one hand and moved faster against her clit with the other, and I kept stroking her thigh, kept playing with myself, until she finally crashed back against the couch, gasping for breath, her face flushed, eyes wide, mouth open, and slowed her movements against herself.

“Oh, god,” she breathed.

“Just like that,” I said, pulling away to sit back on the other end of the couch, and I picked up the shot glass from the end table, knocking it back with my free hand while I kept my other between my legs. “I guess it’s a draw.”

“Oh my god.” Her eyes went down between my legs, and then between her own. She ducked her head in embarrassment, pulling her fingers out of herself, wringing her hands together, both covered with her wetness. “Oh, god. Um… sorry, I… uh…”

“What the hell are you apologizing for?” I laughed, and she sat up taller—it took two tries, her whole body visibly still quivering.

“For… for this… for, um…”

“I told you to. You did exactly what I said. And it’s very sexy.” I relaxed against the couch back. “It’s okay if I get myself off now, right?”

“Oh… my god.” She let her gaze drift down between my legs, and it sent a jolt through me, a pleasant wash of heat in my core at her watching me play with myself.

Nobody had ever seemed that fascinated by me like this before, and it was seriously hot.

“That’s… yes,” she said. “Yeah. Of course. I mean, if you want to…”

“Mm. Keep watching, Allison,” I said, voice low, and she did just as she was told—kept her eyes on my pussy as I played with myself, until something tightened in my chest and I told her to look me in the eye, and it surged inside me when she did, the intensity of the eye contact making the heat spike up higher until I had to fuck myself, too, pushing my fingers inside my pussy and fucking as deep as I could reach while I put my other hand down to play with my clit.

“Fuck, yes, that’s good,” I gasped. “Oh, god. Keep looking at me. I’m going to come. ”

“Oh, wow,” she whispered, eyes wide, watching raptly—like this was just the best fucking thing she’d ever seen—and fuck, I wanted to fucking—

I broke, orgasm hitting me faster than I’d expected, and I arched off the couch with a loud cry of pleasure, grinding my hips against myself, and I surprised myself by keeping my eyes open—kept looking at her the whole fucking time, her big brown doe eyes wide while I fucking came all over my hands, hips slamming up against myself, until the shuddering waves of the orgasm subsided and I sank back against the couch, breathing hard, and I laughed breathlessly.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I said between laughs. “Mm… I liked this game.”

“Wow,” she whispered. “Yeah, uh… really… great game.”

“Allison?”

“Y-yeah?”

I propped myself up on the back of the couch as best I could—the room was spinning, hazy, a little out of focus, like I’d forgotten my glasses, and I grinned at her. “Tell me what happened at the fucking beach already.”

“Oh, god.” She looked away, hunching her shoulders to hide behind. “Why are you so curious about it?”

“Because of the way you’ve gotten all shy and cagey about it. Did you go get yourself off in the bathroom or something?”

She groaned. “No… in the car.”

I laughed, once. “You got so turned on—”

“I know.”

“You got so turned on talking to me that you had to take a break from conversation to go masturbate in your car—”

“I know —”

“—thinking about me?”

“Yes,” she groaned, burying her face against the back of the couch.

“That’s hot,” I laughed, collapsing against the couch arm. “Could have just said so. I’m not here to judge. Get yours.”

“I, uh, didn’t think that would be your reaction.”

“What’d you think about?”

“Um. You giving me directions.”

I bit my lip. “Did this look like that?”

“Uh—yep. Yeah. A lot like it.”

“I am so glad I could help your fantasy come true,” I laughed, and I got a surge in my chest that left me reeling, because I suddenly kind of wanted to kiss her.

I mean, hell, this whole thing was kind of lesbian in the first place, but it hadn’t been like we were touching.

Except that right when I’d been on the verge of orgasm, I was thinking how I wanted to pin her down and fuck her—I wasn’t even sure how.

It wasn’t like we had the equipment. I just felt the urge to mount her, like she had a dick and I wanted to get on top of it, or like I did and I wanted to shove her down into the couch and fuck her until I came.

And now there was this very distinct urge to drape myself over her and kiss her.

What was that even supposed to mean? I didn’t want to touch her.

The whole… well, I wasn’t into pussy. The thought of putting my hand there was a little weird, let alone putting my fingers inside her or like—I didn’t think in a million years I would go down on her.

But I wanted to kiss her. Was I, like, half gay?

Was that a thing? That sounded like I was describing being bisexual, but that wasn’t how it worked.

Was it? Had Ryan had this kind of experience too when she’d fucked Brooklyn?

Maybe I’d ask. I just had to figure out the right way to. I was cool with being like hey I got off with Allison on the couch last night , but Allison would die.

“You definitely… made my, uh, fantasy, uh,” Allison started, stumbling over words in ways I didn’t even know possible, blushing furiously and looking at everything in the room that wasn’t me. “Well, I mean, very… come true.”

“Very come true.”

“Come true very much. Very well. Come very true. Jesus Christ, I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying.”

She was so cute. Was this just a post-orgasm thing? I wanted to kiss her so badly. Her lips looked so soft. What kind of noise would she make if I pinned her against the back of the couch and kissed her into it?

Oh, god, she wanted a girl to wear a strap-on and fuck her missionary-style. I wanted to kiss her in that position. What was weirder, being gay but not into pussy, or being straight but wanting to wear a strap-on and fuck a girl while making out with her?

“Did you like that?” I said, and she laughed awkwardly.

“I mean, it’s not like I could deny it if I wanted to. Did, um… did you?”

“A lot. ” I held up my hand, slick with my wetness, and spread my fingers to watch the way it formed trails between them. “Look how wet it got me.”

“Jesus Christ. Wow. You’re, um… hot. That was hot. This is all… very… hot.”

Poor girl would have a normal train of thought again in three to five business days. I stood up, simultaneously shaky and bursting with energy. “I’m going to take a shower,” I laughed. “Stay here tonight.”

I wasn’t sure where the words came from, and neither did Allison, judging by the look she gave me. “Uh—huh?”

“Stay here tonight.” Maybe in the morning, things would make more sense. And if they made sense in the direction of that I wanted to fuck her, then I wanted to have her around to fuck her.

“Are you… sure?”

“It’s a long way back to your place and it’s late.”

“Well… o-okay.”

I paused at the doorway to the bathroom. “Unless you don’t want to?”

“No, I do,” she blurted before I’d even finished speaking, shouting it all out as one word. She blushed. “I mean, it’s, uh, you know, it’s a long way back to my place and it’s late.”

Uh-huh. Because that was all.

She was so into me. And such a bad liar. It was cute. And I wanted to kiss her senseless.

Maybe in the morning this would make sense.