****This is Chapter 4 of an ongoing story. Can it be read alone as fun sexy times between two humans? Absolutely. Is it even more fun if you know Cara was married to a man who made her feel like crap and now she’s out exploring her body and learning what she loves? Absolutely.
Enjoy!****
Chapter Four
“I’ve never been with a woman, but I want to be with a woman.”
“I’ve never been with a woman, but I want to be with a woman.”
Cara looked at her reflection and repeated, for the third time as if it would somehow make it even more true, “I’ve never been with a woman, but I want to do it so fucking badly.”
Social media had changed Cara’s life. She used the usual ones when the boys were younger to upload pictures of them for her relatives spread across the country. She kept up with people from high school. But it was all superficial. And then she realized she grew up with a bunch of assholes, she didn’t want pictures of her kids spread across the internet, and honestly, Brenda, no one wants to buy your stupid leggings.
So, Cara ditched all social media for a while. And then she found Tik Tok. And in Tik Tok she figured out something about herself, something she had never considered because she came of age in the 90’s when any sort of dialogue about queerness was simply not done.
Cara never thought she was attracted to women because she didn’t find her friends attractive. To Cara, her best friends, including her very openly gay best friend, Angie, were the most beautiful and incredible people in the world. If she wasn’t attracted to them, then obviously she couldn’t be attracted to women.
Wrong. So, so wrong.
The videos of beautiful women in suits with slicked back hair and tattoos and the delicate ones in lace with cute glasses and shag haircuts. Cara watched the sexy videos, the empowering beautiful women embracing themselves, showing off all that power and her pussy throbbed with excitement.
“I am attracted to women.” She grinned, her smile wicked and sexy. “And I’m going to do something about it.”
***
That something was to tell Angie. Who, in the most Angie way possible, high-fived her, hugged her, squealed something about, “best day ever!” and then brought her to a party the following Friday night.
A party wasn’t Cara’s usual choice of places to go, but these were Angie’s friends, most of whom she knew and the ones she didn’t she would be comfortable around.
“And Leigh’s going to be there.” Angie parked in front of a bungalow on a quiet suburban street.
“What does that mean?”
“Leigh’s your type. And Leigh love, love, loves baby gays. Especially horny baby gays.”
“I’m not a horny baby gay,” Cara sputtered.
“You fuck your next-door neighbor at least once a week. You’re horny. You want to fuck a woman. You’re gay. “Angie ticked off on her fingers. “You’re new to embracing what you’ve always known. Baby. Leigh isn’t a predator, though, so don’t worry about that. Just, if you want to do anything, and you want to have fun, trust me, Leigh’s your person.”
Leigh was not there when they arrived, which Cara’s introverted mind was ok with, while Cara’s extroverted pussy, was less than thrilled.
There were twenty or so people hanging out, some couples, some single. Angie introduced Cara to everyone, and they sat at the table, talking and playing cards.
Later in the evening, another group joined them, and Cara met Leigh.
Leigh leaned in over the table, eyes dropping to the cleavage spilling out the top of Cara’s top and shook Cara’s hand. Leigh’s grip was firm and smooth. And when their gaze drifted up to Cara’s, Leigh winked at her. “Nice to meet you, Cara.”
Leigh walked away to talk to the hosts and Angie grinned. “That was hot.”
A group of people headed outside to smoke some flower. Angie sent Cara off on her own, happily sipping at her wine and debating batıkent escort Marvel versus DC with a fellow comic book geek. Cara joined the group — and Leigh — in Dell’s garage. Dell, their host, pulled out a joint and passed it around the group.
Somehow Cara ended up next to Leigh and when Leigh passed her the joint, Cara couldn’t help but notice the tattoo along Leigh’s collarbone, dipping into their shirt, and wonder what it was, how far it went, and what Leigh’s nipples would taste like.
She jerked her eyes up and caught Leigh’s own heated gaze. Cara took the joint, fingertips grazing Leigh’s, the spark of heat making her pussy pulse.
“Hmmm,” Leigh hummed, letting go of the joint. Cara recognized the flare of lust that matched her own. “Cara, right?”
“Yeah. I’m friends with Angie.”
“Oh, right. Angie’s told me about you. Surprised I haven’t seen you around.”
Cara shrugged. “I’ve been hiding out since my divorce.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry. That sucks.”
“Honestly, I’m happier without him. And I’m starting to realize, a little late in life, that there’s a lot more out there in the world than I knew about it. I’m sad I missed it.”
“Never too late to embrace it now.”
They were leaning closer to each other as they talked. The person next to Leigh cleared their throat and Leigh started. “Oh shit, sorry.”
Leigh hit the joint, full lips closing around the end, inhaling gently, blowing smoke past luscious lips, tongue dampening just the edge of a deep cupid’s bow, smoke blowing out, over Cara’s face, and it was so fucking sexy Cara almost whimpered.
Cara swallowed and took the joint. She hit it, passed it, then turned to Leigh, who turned to her at the same time. Leigh asked, “Do you want to go someplace and talk?”
Cara most certainly wanted to go someplace and talk and then kiss and then see what it would be like to run her mouth down Leigh’s tattooed chest to their belly button and lower and lower until —
“Oh, Cara, your face is so expressive,” Leigh sighed. “It’s so sexy.”
With that, the two of them left the smoking circle and returned to the house. Angie was still in the living room with her friends, yelling, “You cannot tell me Marvel cares about people of color!”
She saw Cara and Leigh walk by and she wiggled her eyebrows at Cara. Cara gave her a little wave and followed Leigh down the hallway.
They sat on a loveseat in the library and talked for hours. And when they were done talking, Leigh leaned in, whispered, “Can I kiss you?”
Cara nodded and Leigh kissed her, and the soft lips, the gentle sweep of Leigh’s tongue, their smooth cheeks beneath Cara’s hands, it was so fucking hot. Cara pulled Leigh closer, deepening the kiss, tongues tangling.
Moaning and panting, they pressed themselves closer to each other, kisses going longer and longer, Leigh’s strong arms wrapped around Cara’s waist, pulling their bodies tight together. Cara wanted to be naked, wrapped up in this woman, feeling every inch of their bodies pressed together.
Leigh pulled back, taking her time easing her body away from Cara’s, pressing soft kisses along her neck, up her chin. She nibbled Cara’s ear, sucked her lobe, and
Cara whimpered. Leigh kissed her and leaned back. “What are you doing on Saturday?”
Cara couldn’t even think about what she was doing in an hour, she was so distracted by Leigh’s kiss swollen lips, at the tits she wanted in her mouth. “I’m not sure.”
Leigh asked for Cara’s phone and added her number. She leaned forward and kissed Cara again, soft and sexy and so powerful Cara gasped when it ended. “I’d love to cook dinner for you.”
It seemed a lot of people wanted to cook for Cara lately. And she loved it. Because in this new world she was discovering, people wanted companionship and sex and fun and some laughs. beşevler escort People wanted to find joy and pleasure in their bodies and find it with her. Cara loved this newfound sexual freedom.
With her own wicked grin, she leaned into Leigh, and kissed them, long and deep, sucking their tongue, making Leigh gasp. “I’ll bring dessert.”
They returned to the party, leaning against a wall, talking and laughing. Cara made every excuse to lean back against Leigh, to brush their bodies together. Leigh gently traced a single finger from Cara’s nape to the base of her spine.
It was so gently sexy, Cara almost came.
Before long, Angie was ready, and they said their good-byes. Leigh texted her later that night telling her how excited they were to see Cara on Saturday. Cara couldn’t wait.
***
After spending the week sending sexy texts to Leigh, Cara thought she might just come looking at Leigh.
When Leigh opened the door, there must have been some look in her eyes that gave it away because Leigh bit their lower lip and grinned. “I’m happy to see you.”
Cara grinned back and held up the wine. “Red work?”
As soon as Leigh closed the door, they asked, “Are you hungry or can you wait?”
“I can wait.” If it means I get to fuck you, she mentally added.
She didn’t need to mentally add it. Leigh leaned in and whispered, “Wanna fuck first?”
Cara moaned and gasped at the same time. “God, yes.”
They started kissing, Leigh pressing Cara against the door. Cara pulled Leigh closer, tongues intertwined, breath mingling on soft moans and gasps.
“You’re so hot,” Leigh ran their fingers through Cara’s hair, pushing it away from her face. “Those light eyes, and everything you’re thinking shows, it was like this bolt of lust straight to my cunt the second I saw you. I wanted to taste your pussy. Oh, god, Cara, please let me taste you.”
“Yes,” Cara gasped. “I want to suck your nipples, I can see them through that shirt. When you opened the door, I could see them and I tried not to stare. I want them in my mouth. Can I suck your breasts, Leigh?”
Leigh grabbed Cara’s hand, guiding her down the hallway to the bedroom. Leigh turned on the lamp by the bed, the soft light flooding the room with a cozy glow.
They turned on music from their phone to a blue tooth speaker, while Cara tugged off her shirt and jeans.
When Cara reached for her bra, Leigh was there, hands flicking open the clasp on the back, guiding the straps down Cara’s arms, pulling the cups away. At the sight of Cara’s full breasts, Leigh moaned and cupped them in their hands. Cara’s head fell back as Leigh lifted one tit up and sucked Cara’s nipple, mouth tugging, and pulling, making Cara whimper with pleasure.
Leigh stripped, tossing of their shirt and jeans, sliding their boxer briefs off.
They had a tattoo of a raven with outstretched wings. The tip of one wing caressed Leigh’s collarbone. Cara traced the outline with her tongue, following the design until it ended at the curve of Leigh’s breast, and then went lower and sucked Leigh’s tight nipple into her mouth.
Leigh gripped Cara’s head and rolled their hips.
“Do you want to lie down?” Leigh asked, their breath catching as Cara bit down ever so gently. “Yes, Cara, that’s so good.”
The two of them spread out on the bed, and Leigh worshipped Cara’s breasts and nipples, sucking and squeezing, kissing lower and lower, across her soft belly, to the edge of her panties. Leigh paused and looked up. “What do you like?”
“I’m still figuring that out,” Cara whispered, soft and honest.
Leigh smiled, “I’d love to help with that.”
Leigh sucked and kissed Cara through her panties, pressing the wet fabric against
Cara’s sensitive clit. It wasn’t enough and Cara whimpered in frustration at the teasing.
Finally, büyükesat escort Leigh slid Cara’s panties off and spread her pussy open. Cara waited, her body tense with longing. Leigh leaned in, their tongue swept up Cara’s pussy, and away from her clit, focusing on the drenched lips, the juices leaking out.
When Cara didn’t think she could take anymore, Leigh pressed their tongue against Cara’s clit, flat and firm, and Cara arched her hips up, rolled them against the exquisite soft heat of Leigh’s mouth and tongue.
Leigh sucked and licked and finally slid two fingers inside Cara’s tight pussy. Cara cried out, her hips bucking. “Leigh, that feels so good. Please don’t stop. Please.”
Leigh pressed their fingers harder inside Cara, angling them ever so slightly upwards, hooking them up and pressing hard. They sucked Cara’s clit into their mouth and once more shifted their fingers, pressed hard, and Cara’s world exploded with the most intense orgasm of her life.
Because Leigh didn’t stop. Leigh didn’t move. Leigh kept their fingers tight inside Cara, tight and hard for Cara to rock and buck against, the pressure exquisite and so right, sending jolts of pleasure through her pussy down her legs, making her toes curl.
Her back bowed, her pussy pressing tighter against Leigh’s mouth. Cara begged, whimpered, moaned, and sobbed, every fiber of her being focused on the pleasure ripping through her body.
As Cara came back down to earth, Leigh slowly pulled their fingers out of Cara’s pussy. She cried out at the delicious over stimulation, her pussy throbbing at the movement.
Leigh curled up along Cara’s side. Cara sighed and turned to them. She pushed her hands into Leigh’s short black curls, shoving them away from their face. “I want to make you come.”
Leigh smiled, “Why don’t you just enjoy that orgasm?”
Cara propped herself up on her elbow. “I’ll enjoy it more if I get to make you come. Will you let me?”
Then it was Leigh’s turn to have their body worshipped. Cara sucked the sweet little tits, like perfect apples, into her mouth, bit the nipples because Leigh’s moans became frantic when Cara did that, and finally kissed her way across Leigh’s soft abdomen, over their hips, to their sweet pussy.
Spreading the glistening lips apart, ever so gently, Cara moaned as the deep blush of Leigh’s pussy was revealed.
Fear kept her frozen in place. Finally, Leigh whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”
Cara sighed, “I want to, I just…I don’t want to be bad at it.”
Leigh grinned, “I like the way you kiss. Soft, but very very sure of yourself. You can try kissing me like that.”
Cara smiled. She could do that.
She gently explored Leigh’s pussy, licking and sucking at it, at all the nooks and gentle folds. She sucked and licked, and slid her fingers in and Leigh whispered,
“Yes, there. Harder. Just like that, Cara. Oh, that’s so good, right there.”
Cara pressed her tongue in and out, fucking Leigh with her mouth. In response, Leigh grunted, fingers threading into Cara’s hair, holding her in place.
As Cara’s tongue lashed, her fingers slid in and out, pressing deeper and deeper, and Leigh rocked their hips up against Cara’s hands and face.
Leigh’s thighs locked around Cara’s head and their pussy pulsed and throbbed against Cara’s tongue.
“Yes, just like that, Cara, don’t you fucking stop!” Leigh screamed.
Their pussy twitched and Leigh came, body bucking and pulsing, head thrown back on a silent scream. Cara lapped up the juices flowing from Leigh’s cunt, sucking them down until Leigh finally whimpered, “Enough, too sensitive.”
Leigh pulled Cara up next to them and the two of them lay entwined, while Leigh’s breath settled down.
They showered together and Leigh made Cara come in the large shower, her hands gripping the towel bar while behind her, Leigh fucked her with her fingers, and sprayed the shower head, pulsing and hot, against her pussy.
Then Leigh made her dinner. They walked Cara to the door, kissed her long and sweet. “Anytime you feel like hanging out for dinner, Cara, you let me know. I love your dessert.” Leigh winked.
Cara would absolutely be taking them up on the offer.