Page 17 of The Startup (The Erotes Circle #2)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"They've been up there for a while…" I said, turning my head up from Wendy's lap as we finished the third episode of the entirely predictable crime show that we settled on after giving up on finding anything good.

"Brenda's been working through a big case that's giving her hell, I'm sure she has plenty of frustrations to work out on Emma."

"And she knows Emma will take it and ask for more…" I said, laughing a bit to myself. Wendy laughed too, her soft thighs twitching with the amusement, reminding me of how heavenly a position I was in.

"They'll be up there a while."

"Well, that means more time with you." Wendy reached down and brushed some of my hair back. The exhaustion from the night was melting away, and I was becoming acutely aware of how damn good it felt to have Wendy touch me again.

"It was so hot having you just completely cover me earlier." I said, looking up at Wendy's face…well, as much of her face as I could see over her boobs, but I didn't mind that obstruction.

"You looked so good under there. Your little face, the way your eyebrows knitted when yo u were trying to hit that spot…" Wendy took a tendril of my hair and ran her fingers along it, then let it fall back down into her lap, "your pink, pink hair…"

I couldn't help myself. I turned my head into Wendy's stomach and bit lightly at her belly and the bottom of her t-shirt. "Wendy…stop…you're turning me on again…" I giggled.

"Maybe that was exactly what I wanted to happen." Wendy said, pursing her lips, pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Oh, well if that was your goal, you did it, because I am so hot for you right now. Again."

Wendy laughed a bit and twirled a strand of my hair in her finger, looking down at me with intent and sweetness. "Do we need to do something about that, Vi?" Wendy said, her tone becoming sultry and warm.

"We're definitely not going upstairs…" I said with a grin. I lifted the hem of her shirt and bit the bottom of her stomach again, a bit more forcefully this time, Wendy's body trembling at my touch.

"Oh, no, not at all…since Em and Brenda are having so much fun, I thought you and I could…get you that orgasm you said you didn't want earlier?"

I slid my hand under Wendy's shirt and cupped her tit in my palm, lifting my head a bit and moving it toward Wendy's lips. She met me halfway and we kissed, long and passionate and slow. "God, please, yes…I didn't think I'd have the energy, but…" I moved my other hand under Wendy's shirt, feeling the warmth of her breasts against my hands.

"But what?" Wendy said, her lips barely moving away from mine as we kissed, her words forming like steam.

"But I need you to eat me out so badly I might go crazy…" I moved my lips from hers, down to her jawline and back behind her ear, Wendy's whole body meshing with mine, our passion intertwining. I sat up and straddled her, just wanting to feel as much of her against me as I could .

We were on a couch in the living room, our kisses becoming hot and wet and passionate. It was the kind of make-out session that reminded me of college, of being finally fully confident that I was actually a lesbian and not just 'confused', who felt so good kissing a cute girl that I couldn't help but feel like it would last forever. Doing things with Wendy always had this nostalgic, warm feeling to them that satisfied something deep in my psyche that I couldn't uncover myself.

I pressed my breasts against hers and began rocking my hips slowly into Wendy, both of us moaning deeply into each other's mouths at the touch. "You…feel so…good…on…me…" I said, my body blazing with passion and need.

"Careful, Vi, if you dry hump me like this and come, I won't get to eat you out, and that would be a real tragedy…" Wendy said, reaching down the back of my jeans to grab my ass and force me against her. "Unless you just want to come like this…"

I grabbed her by the sides of her head, our foreheads touching, our breathing heavy, our bodies so, so warm. "No way in hell. Please, please fuck me, Wendy." I kissed her hard, feeling her smile on her lips as we kissed, our hands exploring each other's bodies. I finally found the will to break from the perfection of how it felt to be on top of Wendy and rolled over, my back against the couch. Wendy stood up and dropped to her knees in front of me as I was furiously unbuttoning my jeans.

I watched intently as Wendy pulled down my pants and thong just enough to give herself room to work. Taking my jeans off with my shoes still on would have been a feat anyway, and there was something sexy about using the pants around my knees as sort of a belt to draw her in toward me. The jeans and underwear would probably be stretched to all hell after we were done, but those could be replaced, while moments of unbridled, girlish passion couldn't.

"Wendy…" I gasped as she buried her head between my legs without warning, the fee l of her hot breath on my pussy such a shock to my system that it forced all the air from my body. I gasped and arched my back, my head spinning as Wendy went to work on me. Her tongue was soft and gentle as she moved from the bottom to the top of me, teasing me before moving in for the kill. Wendy had this thing she did, this swirl of the tongue at the very top of my pussy that she would only do for a moment or two, purposefully avoiding my clit, which only made me melt that much more when she flicked her tongue against it a moment later.

So when she did that, about thirty seconds after starting her tongue lashing, I could barely contain myself. I tried, for some reason, to keep quiet. I covered my mouth as Wendy began working her magic, gasps escaping between my fingers.

"Fuck…"

Wendy popped her head up and smiled at me. "You definitely don't need to stay quiet, Vi. I'm sure if Bren or Emma hears you screaming in pleasure, it'll only make them come harder while they play with each other."

"I'm just trying to stay…present…god, Wendy, that fucking tongue thing…" I laughed as Wendy began doing it again, this time pushing a finger into me and rubbing it against the front wall of my vagina, just for good measure.

"Yeah? You like my tongue, Vi?"

"Mmm…mmhm…mmmmhhhhhhh"

I lost all control, all ability to make a coherent sentence, because Wendy went from 'using her tongue' to 'going the fuck to battle' on me, my whole body spasming against the couch, my entire essence dissolving and being made new at the stimulation from this utterly wonderful woman.

"Fuck…I'm coming…fuck…Wendy…" I held Wendy's head steady, keeping her in place, preserving the moment for as long as I could.

The climax felt so good, and as it went on, Wendy was prolonging it by keeping up her licking and pumping of my body. It was a few moments after my climax ended when I finally loosened my grip on Wendy's hair and rolled my head to the side.

Wendy slipped under my jeans and out from between my legs and sat back on her calves. She wiped her lip in a way she knew was totally seductive, and I smiled as a jolt of extra sexual energy rushed through me.

"How was that, Vi?" Wendy said, underselling it.

I shook my head and looked back down at her. “That was a top 10…at the very least. It was really…really…wow, it was great."

Wendy nodded and took in a long breath through her nose and blew it out of her mouth, the cool air tickling me where I was already overstimulated. "I knew you needed that."

"Well, looks like the party was down here." Brenda said from somewhere behind me. Wendy looked up at her wife and smiled. I tilted my head to the side and could see her, the tall blonde, dressed only in a bra and thong, her hair damp from…probably a shower, but who knew. She walked past us to the fridge and took out a bottle of water, opened the bottle, and guzzled the entire thing down without a word, tossing it into the garbage.

"I knew you needed to get off…" Emma closed her arms around me and kissed the top of my head as I pulled my jeans and underwear up my hips. They were very loose now, but thankfully I wasn't going to be walking around in them much more tonight.

"You were correct, and, I blame Wendy for making a compelling case for eating my pussy." I said, looking again at Wendy and beaming.

Wendy raised her arms triumphantly. "I am proud to say that I did in fact convince Vi that she wanted to be fucked. Real tough case there."

I was still on the couch, in Emma's embrace, feeling so warm and welcomed. "Ugh…it's…Wednesday, isn't it?"

"Technically Thursday since it's like two in the morning. "

"Fuck…" I said, the real exhaustion now settling in on my body after all my other emotions had distracted me from it the rest of the night. "Either of our places are like a forty-minute drive, Em…"

"That's what we get for making rich friends who live in the hills." Emma said, again kissing the crown of my head.

"You two are being very unsubtle in asking if you can stay the night…" Brenda said, observing our little fucked-out scene on the couch.

"If it's not an imposition…" I said, pushing myself off the couch to a sitting position.

"I don't know, do we even have room for the four of us here?" Brenda spun around playfully on her heels and held her hands out, indicating the cavernous house. Other people flexing their absurd wealth irritated the hell out of me, but because I knew Brenda and Wendy were such amazing people, it irritated me slightly less.

Emma looked up at me. "If we stay, we promise to be on our best behavior."

I laughed, "Em, I think we moved past ever being on our best behavior the moment we started dating.”

"We do have to go to work, though, so…sex will be at a…low level. Probably. No hard guarantees." Emma stammered. It was always hilarious to me figuring out when she was just being autistically blunt or actually trying to be deadpan, but either way, I loved her just the same.