Page 42 of The Other Side of Paradise (Story of Paradise #2)

I stood up, alighting delicately on the floor, before I slipped my panties down too, dropping them onto the tarp, stepping out and kicking them off onto the floor.

Allison whimpered softly, her eyes falling to my thighs, and I shifted back onto the stool.

“Take me in,” I whispered, taking the same posture as before—legs slightly spread, feeling the warm air of the room on my center, my nipples hardening in the open air.

“I want to see my body the way you see it.”

“Wow. I’m not going to be able to focus on… on painting.”

I laughed softly. “Do your best, Allison.”

She turned sharply back to the canvas, nodding.

Did a quick sketch, and I moved to another position, leaning back against the wall with my arms folded behind my head.

Once she’d sketched me like that, I moved to the couch, lying back on it, and I hiked one leg up over the back of the couch.

That one, she liked—got a separate canvas and sketched onto it, seemingly dedicating it just to me.

Just to my body. I wondered if she’d make a finished painting, keep it around, look at it and think of me…

if she’d look into my eyes in the painting like I’d had her look into mine.

“Say, Allison?” I said while she started on it, my voice low, and she jolted, just a little.

“Yeah?”

“What’s it like to have sex with a woman?”

“Oh, my god. That’s a question. Um…” She reddened further, focusing solely on the canvas. “Good.”

“That’s it, huh?”

“I mean, I don’t have a frame of reference. I’ve only had sex with women. But… I mean…” She loosened up just a little—not much, but enough to sketch, not taking her eyes off it. “I mean, women… feel nice. Smell nice. Sound nice. Look nice.”

“Taste nice?”

She paused, pencil mid-stroke, blushing somehow harder. “I mean… yeah.”

“That’s really hot that you like giving oral, you know,” I said, my voice a husky, playful tease. “I’ve never known someone who likes giving it that much.”

“W-well. I, um… I mean, I think it’s hot that you… like receiving it. And telling me… telling someone what to do…” She didn’t take her eyes off the canvas for an instant the whole time, flushing red down to her neck, and I smiled.

“Was that what you were thinking about? When you got off in the car?”

“Oh god. Um… yes,” she mumbled. “You telling me what to do and me… um… doing it.”

“Was it weird, your first time?”

“I mean, my first time was last year, so it just felt weird that it took me as long as it did. But, um… I mean, yeah. Isn’t it weird for everyone’s first time? Was your first time having sex not weird?”

I laughed. I was getting warm in my thighs… “It was weird,” I said. “He didn’t know what he was doing, and neither did I. He put his dick inside me and it felt like… honestly, not much of anything. I worried I was broken.”

“Yeah. That sounds about right. I mean, I didn’t actually like oral the first time,” she said, and I perked up.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s a weird texture in your… mouth…” she said, trailing off into embarrassment as it sank in what exactly she was saying, focusing on the painting. She pursed her lips before she mumbled, “And she also just wasn’t very good, so, um… yeah.”

Maybe everybody felt the same way. I mean, hell, most of my friends were weirded out by their first times with guys, not knowing what to do with a penis even when they were turned on around one.

I mean, my first time with a dick was like…

it took me a minute to figure it out. “But then you came to like it.”

“It’s really, really hot, once you’re used to it,” she mumbled. “Like, feeling their hips move, hearing the noises they make, feeling them throb…”

“Mm. It’s hot hearing you talk about it.”

She swallowed, switching to her brush and starting on sweeping strokes before she said, “It’s hot… talking to you… about it.”

“Are you getting turned on?”

“Fuck. I mean, yeah…”

“Me too,” I said quietly. “I bet you do amazing…”

“Oh my god—Stella.” She gripped the brush tighter, giving me a wild look before her gaze drifted down my body and landed on my core, and I saw the twitch of her legs turning inward. “You… are you… thinking about…”

“About your mouth.”

“Stella…” She bit her lip, eyes wide.

“Mm-hm?”

“You… do you…” She swallowed hard, taking in a shaky breath, before she said, “You could… if you wanted to… find out…?”

Fuck me, that was hot. Allison wanted to go down on me. I desperately wanted to take her up on it. But I loved a little teasing. “After you finish your painting.”

“Holy shit.”

“I want you to have this painting to remind you of it.”

She nodded mutely, lips pursed, eyes wide, as she picked up her brush again.

That also meant I had to wait, but the waiting felt amazing.

Getting to lie there, luxuriating in Allison’s attention, fantasizing about her mouth, had me slip my hand from my thigh down to my core, where I felt myself absolutely soaking wet.

I wondered if touching Allison’s would feel like that.

“Oh god,” Allison breathed.

“I’m just touching myself a little. I’ll make sure I don’t come. Unless you take too long…”

“It’s hard for me to focus when I’m just thinking about—you know—”

“About licking my pussy.”

“Well. Yeah. Oh my god.”

“Keep going, Allison.”

She mouthed a quiet fuck while going back to the painting. Even if I couldn’t see her panties, I could tell from the fidgeting in her hips how turned-on she was. Good.

“Do you like it when a girl comes on your face,” I said, moving my fingertips in slow circles, “or do you prefer to finish the job another way?”

She bit her lip with a soft moan. “I, um… I like when… the former.”

“Good. I like that too. You’ll do a great job.”

“Oh my god. I’ll t-try my best.”

“I can’t wait to come on your mouth…”

“Stella. Oh my god.”

I laughed, low and throaty, biting my lip, while I dipped two fingers through my folds. “Do you like it when a girl is a little rough, or gentler? Like, grabbing you by the hair and pressing into you…”

“I’m not answering that.”

I snorted. “Yes, you are. Tell me, Allison.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. I like… um…” She focused on the canvas, her lips drawn in a tight line. “I like a little… energetic.”

“That’s not really an answer,” I said, knowing full well the answer. She groaned.

“I want you to fuck my face so hard it breaks, is that the answer you’re looking for?”

“It’s the exact answer I’m looking for,” I murmured, more heat building in me as I kept going, kept playing with myself, watching Allison’s shaky brush strokes. “I can’t wait to feel you.”

“Stella, please,” she whined, voice soft, cracking. I smiled.

“Do you want me to stop talking about it?”

“N-no…”

I licked my lips. “You like hearing about my dirty fantasies with you. About how I’m going to grind you into my pussy until I come.”

Her hips moved, seemingly involuntarily, as she let out a small noise. “Oh, fuck. Yes. I do.”

“Well, don’t leave me all alone. Tell me about yours.”

“But…” She hesitated, and I lowered my voice.

“Tell me, Allison. That’s your instruction.”

“G-getting to go down on you. You… tying my hair up and holding me in place by that.”

“Oh, hot.”

“And some stuff that you wouldn’t… you know.”

I laughed. “I told you to tell me.”

“You… t-touching me, too. It’s just a fantasy. I mean—”

“How do I touch you?” I said, moving my fingers on my clit. “In your fantasies, what’s it like?”

“Oh my god. Um… g-good? You know… good. You… your fingers… on my…”

“I start off with my fingers on your clit. And then?”

“Then… moving slowly from side to side…”

“Like this,” I said, doing it on my own. Her gaze followed the movement, and she bit her lip hard, nodding.

“And then… the… moving your fingers down to my entrance and just… teasing…”

I moaned softly as I demonstrated. “Like this,” I said. “You want me doing this?”

“It’s not like I’m… saying that you…”

I bit my lip. “You’d better hurry up and paint, Allison. I’m so fucking horny I’m going to ruin your couch.”

She gasped softly, going back to the painting with renewed fervor. I guess she liked the couch. That was all.

God, I couldn’t wait to fuck her face.

I kept going—playing lightly with my pussy while she painted, asking her questions about what she liked—telling her what I liked—and she gasped when, finally, she set her brush down and stepped away.

“Okay—it needs to dry before I can do the overpaints—that’s all I can do for now, is it… am I…”

I bit my lip, smiling. “Go wash your hands, Allison.”

“Uh. Yes. Right.”

“And then I want you back here immediately.”

She made a soft, needy little noise, going into the bathroom and running water, and she was shaky when she came back into the room, coming towards me with her eyes locked on the hand between my legs.

I sat up, every part of my body blossoming with awareness, with need, and when she was close to me, I hooked my fingers under the band of her bra, holding her in place.

“I want you to take this off,” I said. “Take everything off.”

She didn’t hesitate this time—reached back and undid her bra hooks and tossed it aside, and she dropped her panties to the floor. She’d gone and made a sticky mess all along her thighs, to say nothing of her pussy. She’d shaved, too. Probably trying to impress me. Good, because I was.

“Good girl,” I whispered, taking my hand off my pussy and putting my hands on her hips, tracing up her sides. She gasped, arching into it, and she clasped her hand over her mouth to capture a moan when I moved my hands to her breasts, cupping them and brushing my fingers over her nipples.

“Oh my god—Stella,” she whispered, eyes wide, watching me do it.

“Your nipples are sensitive, right?” I murmured, still going. “You felt so good playing with them last night.”

“Y-yes…”