Summer Song

6.

"Hey,"

Gabby hadn't known what to say. The girls in the movies in their lingerie, Gabby remembered, they always had the perfect come on. But when she walked out of the bathroom and found Dex sitting on the corner of her bed, her attention distracted by some magazine, Gabby couldn't think of a single thing other than how much she wanted to be kissing her again. "Hey" would have to do.

"Fuck me," Dex said. Gabby could see that Dex was trying to play it cool but there was a way that Dex's big eyes looked at her that let Gabby know that she'd made the right decision. That Dex was impressed by her body, a fact that made Gabby feel even sexier. She liked rendering the tough punk chick speechless.

"I don't have clean clothes," Gabby said, "And I figured you wouldn't mind."

"Just wow," Dex said, standing up from the bed and running her hand lightly over Gabby's naked stomach, "You go in there all scruffy hippy chick and walk out a Playboy bunny."

"Is that good?" Gabby said, unsure of how she felt about that. She'd seen a few Playboys in her day and didn't think of herself like the girls in there. Artificially posed for the enjoyment of men.

"Well, maybe from back in the 70's," Dex said as she ran her fingers, lower. Down her stomach to the light golden curls that were just above Gabby's glistening sex, "When they had incredible real tits and looked like cute little surfer girls."

Gabby smiled. She liked that idea much more. Dex's hands moved to the Gabby's hips and ran along them, still just with her fingertips, just a light point of contact leaving a trail of heat across Gabby's body. Gabby wanted to feel those fingers everywhere. Still, Gabby thought about her own fingers, now lightly running up Dex's arms and began to realize that she would soon find herself in unfamiliar territory.

"Just, you know, you should know that I'm..."

"What, straight?" Dex said, amused by the seeming incongruity of it.

Gabby shook her head.

"I don't think of it like that," she said, "But it's like, I don't really eat meat, right? But I don't call myself a vegetarian. But whenever I've been hungry I'm still driven by not wanting to eat meat so I don't, right? But sometimes I see a hamburger and I'm like, oh that looks good and I want one but then I think that I don't even know how to eat hamburgers or how they'll make me feel or how I should eat it so that the Hamburger is happy, you know?"

The words hung in the air for a second, Gabby knew she had rambled and made very little sense.

"Are you literally comparing me to a piece of meat?" Dex said, her eyes narrowing and a smile creeping on her face.

"No," Gabby said, feeling embarrassed and searching herself for the words she wanted to say, "I think of myself as being pretty fluid, you know? Like if I'm with a guy I really like and want to be with I'm not straight so much as I am straight around him. Does that make sense?"

"Sure," Dex said as she leaned down and began lightly brushing her lips against Gabby's shoulder. Small kisses from her clavicle to her neck and then towards her mouth.

"So, you know," Gabby said, feeling her pulse quickening and her breath shallowing, "I won't know what to do."

"Girl, I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you," Dex said, whispering hungrily into her ear, "And I'm done waiting."

Gabby felt Dex's hands grip her butt and spin her around, pressing her against the small wooden dresser alongside the bed. Dex was kissing her again, even hungrier than before and Gabby only paused a second before she was again wrapping her legs around Dex's lean frame, her hands twisting in Dex's dark shirt and pulling her closer.

Gabby didn't tend to care much for the F word when it came to sex. She liked saying sex or making love or something along those lines. Fuck always seemed violent to her and violence, in Gabby's mind, was the opposite of what she wanted to do with someone she liked. But there was something about the way Dex touched her, about the ferocity of it, about how it spoke to a desire that Gabby knew she had as well that made it seem right. More than right, Gabby thought, thrilling. She wanted to fuck Dex. She wanted Dex to fuck her.

Dex's mouth wasn't on hers from long. It again kissed at Gabby's neck but kept traveling downward, landing on the generous slope of her breasts, Dex's mouth and teeth and tongue alternating between the two, licking and sucking and gently biting at her nipples. Hungrily sucking her flesh inside her mouth and leaving it damp with spit and ever so slightly tender. Gabby loved the sensation, wanting Dex to linger at her breasts for as long as she wanted but soon saw Dex's desires lay elsewhere.

Dex dropped to her knees, her mouth kissing down Gabby's stomach to her inner thighs. Gabby moaned at the feeling even as she felt some trepidation.

Gabby, in the past, hadn't been a big fan of guys going down on her. Not that it didn't feel good, it did, but mentally Gabby always thought it was either something they were doing out of obligation or in the transactional hope that it would result in a blowjob. Gabby thought there tended to be something fake there and, when Gabby was with someone she wanted honesty. She wanted them to be doing something they wanted to be doing.

"Holy fuck," Gabby moaned as she felt Dex's tongue run along the length of her wet lips. Her long, soft tongue caressing her folds and rolling over her clit. Gabby immediately realized there was no artifice to this at all. Dex's eyes were looking up at her with delight as her tongue slipped inside her, seemingly well confident in what her tongue could do to the face of who she was with.

Gabby groaned as Dex started licking her deeply. Feeling every contortion and twist of Dex's seemingly prehensile tongue as it explored her fully. Long slow licks as well as fast flickers of a darting tongue that left Gabby breathless and her hands bunched in Dex's hair, pulling her closer. She wanted to feel Dex's tongue as deep inside her as possible.

Dex obliged, her tongue finding places and sensations inside Gabby's cunt that made her knees buckle with jolts of pure pleasure. Gabby felt like she was being consumed, Dex's insistent mouth clearly reveling in every sensation of it to. Touch, taste, smell, sound and, with her big eyes still looking up at her lover's grinning face, the sight of it.

Gabby couldn't help but laugh. A joyful sound. Despite the ferocity, there was a playfulness to what Dex was doing to her. A teasing. Dex's tongue would find a sensitive spot and Gabby would plead for more and Dex would use the information against her mercilessly. Giving her a little of what she wanted before withdrawing then finding it again. Gabby felt her legs widen, wanting to spread them to give Dex even more access to her and felt her lover's strong hands lift one of her legs up and around her so that the back of Gabby's knee was at the back of Dex's shoulder, her foot dangling in the air.

"Holy shit," Gabby moaned, her newly opened stance letting Dex's tongue penetrate her even deeper. She felt the sensation make her weak and, with her leg in the air, imbalanced. Reaching behind her she attempted to grasp the dresser tighter but felt instead her arms knocking something over. Gabby turned just in time to see a trophy fall to the ground, the little Karate dude posed on top snapping off as it hit the floor.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry I broke..."

Dex didn't seem to notice the destruction. She just kept licking. Faster and faster and deeper and deeper, her nose brushing against Gabby's clit and sending more and more jolts of pleasure through Gabby's body.

Gabby felt a pressure building inside her. One that she knew meant she was close. Each lick, each roll of the tongue, that Dex gave her contributed to it. Gabby's insides feeling like a dam holding back a current that just kept building and building. She felt herself clamp down on Dex's tongue but the tensing of her inner walls only built the tension further. Like the dam had gotten smaller as the river rose.

Finally it was too much. Gabby burst. She felt her inner walls contract and she gushed all over Dex's incredible tongue. Her fingers gripping the dresser tightly almost for her safety as she felt her knees wobble and her orgasm pass through every single fiber in her. She was wordless as she came, simply breathing heavily as the wave passed through her. Little throbs from deep inside her cunt that spread around her, running up the length of her legs and into her spine and somehow cooling her off and heating her up all at once.

Dex kept licking her, seemingly loving the taste of the juices that poured forth from Gabby's depths. The constant pressure seemingly prolonging the orgasm, making Gabby go almost thirty seconds until she felt her tensing body relax, her breathing return to normal and her head stop spinning. When she finally stopped, when Dex finally removed her tongue and looked up at her, her chin glistening with Gabby's wetness, Gabby tried to put into words some sort of mix of admiration and gratitude and relief. She didn't find much.

"That was...wow."

"Mmm," Dex replied, her teeth grazing against Gabby's inner thigh. There was something else Gabby noticed as she felt Dex's hands move around to her butt. The electricity that had been between them all day, it had changed. It was still there, somehow less and more than it was. Satiated but unsatisfied. Acknowledged but not fully explored.

Gabby soon found herself being pushed down onto Dex's soft bed and Dex almost pounced back on top of her.

"You Vegetarian girls taste incredible." Dex said smiling as she kissed Gabby deeply. There was less ferocity though. Simply a long slow, languid kiss. Gabby could taste herself on Dex's tongue and, she had to admit, she had no disagreements whatsoever, even if she couldn't speak to the influence of her diet in a comparative sense.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Gabby said, still unsure of the dance steps of lesbian sex. Dex simply smiled. Rising up from Gabby's body she pulled the sleeveless top over her head and tugged off her thin bra, revealing her bronzed, inked torso. Gabby couldn't help but marvel at it. Wiry and strong, with clearly defined stomach muscles and taut arms but undeniably feminine. Her breasts were small and pert with large-ish brown nipples and her torso was free of ink, simply smooth bronze skin. Gabby wanted very badly to please her the way she'd been pleased.

Dex, apparently, had other plans. Soon she was kissing her way back down Gabby's body. But it was slower now. Her tongue seemingly leaving a trail of moisture that touched every part of Gabby's cool skin. She licked around her areola and the undersides of her breasts and her belly button, drawing a sharp giggle from the ticklish Blonde, before again setting up shop between Gabby's legs.

"I...but..."

Gabby tried to protest. It wasn't her turn after all. Gabby hated it when she was in bed with someone selfish and the last thing she wanted to do was to be that way with Dex. Still, Dex seemed insistent and soon Gabby was protesting for another reason.

Her orgasm had left her practically buzzing but it wasn't until she felt Dex's tongue on her clit that she realized just how sensitive she was down there. Dex's tongue running over her most sensitive point somehow felt like nails on a chalkboard, if nails on a chalkboard could somehow be both simultaneously unbearable and incredibly wonderful.

"Oh god, no," Gabby protested as she realized what Dex was doing. Her tongue was dancing on her clit, rolling it and taking it between her lips and sucking slightly. Gabby felt its tip trace around it, writing letters or drawing picture or something that made Gabby squirm uncontrollably. She tried to fight it, it was too much. She felt like she would scream or faint and so she clamped her thighs tightly around Dex's head almost to protect herself from the unbearable, terrible, wonderful sensation. As she did, she found herself feeling another new and wonderful sensation. Dex's odd hairstyle left one thigh pressed against silky thick hair, the other against a freshly shaven head. The contrast was incredible and Gabby felt her grip around Dex's head loosen.

Freed from Gabby's gripping thighs, Dex kept at it. Her tongue tormenting Gabby with it's slow, leisurely licks over the hood of her clit. Gabby wanted her to somehow slow down and speed up, to cut it out and never stop. Gabby felt her own hands on her breasts, the heavy orbs filling her soft hands, her fingers pinching at her sensitive nipples as she threw her head back in a violent moan as a second orgasm overtook her.

Gabby whimpered as her body again shuddered in pleasure. She surrendered. She would do whatever it was Dex wanted. Whether it was passive or active. She was in her hands. Dex was her guide and she would do as instructed.

Dex continued and it wasn't until she'd brought Gabby to yet another climax, this time after inserting two fingers inside her and thrusting her long, firm digits into Gabby as her tongue continued writing a novel on her clit. Finally, panting and feeling like she'd been wrung dry of every possible bit of pleasure her body could give her. Dex finally stopped, leaving Gabby panting and in, what she realized, was a bit of a damp spot on the bed.

Gabby was lost in her bliss. Barely noticing it when Dex was on top of her again, their breasts pressed together and their lips meeting in slow, easy kisses.

"You like," Dex said, her voice confident and as blissed out as Gabby felt.

"Uh huh," Gabby nodded. Unable to think of a way to express just how much she'd liked it.

Gabby, even though she didn't feel great about it, understood the contentment in Dex's voice. As much as she enjoyed her own sexual pleasure, Gabby's greatest thrill was in getting the person she was with off. Making them lose control. Dex, it seemed, was the same way and Gabby knew it was a well earned satisfaction that the taller girl felt.

It was that sense of generosity that had Gabby finding some resolve to no longer simply be the one having things done to her. She rolled over onto her side as her leg snaked around Dex's back, pushing the other girl off her along with her. Now, both on their sides, Gabby's hand began exploring another woman's body in a sexual context for the first time. Her hand ran up Dex's strong forearms, tracing along with her tattoos, and then to her powerful biceps and along her rounded shoulders. Her hand continued down over Dex's breasts and over each abdominal until eventually it came to rest between Dex's legs.

Gabby stroked Dex's wet lips, lightly at first, just as she'd done with the rest of Dex's body but unlike the rest of her, Gabby let her fingers linger there, go back and forth. Familiarize herself with the contours of it, how it differed from her own only slightly, feeling a lovely little shudder from Dex as she found her clit. As she did, the act of getting a woman off began to demystify for Gabby a little. She was no expert, she knew that, but she'd brought herself to many orgasms over the years and, after licking her fingers to get them wet, she found that Dex seemed to respond to Gabby's fingers similarly to Gabby did.

"Mmm, that's good," Dex said, her lips finding Gabby's earlobe and tugging. Buoyed by the encouragement, Gabby rubbed a little quicker, small circular motions that repeated themselves with gradually increasing speed. She felt Gabby pause, her body stiffen as the speed increased and for the first time since they'd started making out, hell since the two had first seen each other, Gabby felt like she had something of an upper hand on the dark haired girl.

"Fuck me, yes," Dex moaned. Gabby couldn't help but smile at the way Dex looked, her face contorted in pleasure. For the first time, Dex didn't seem like she had all the answers, like she was the coolest person in the room. Now, Dex just seemed like she was someone whose body was reacting to someone else's touch and with the same needs as anyone's.

Gabby crouched down, her mouth licking and sucking first one of Dex's nipples into her mouth and then the other. Her fingers rubbing at an even quicker pace, the sort that Gabby used on herself when her self-exploration was perhaps interfering with her punctuality and she just needed to get off fast. She didn't want to rush Dex, far from it, but she did want to get Dex off. She wanted to know she could.

Gabby was so lost in bringing the other girl off, however, that she almost didn't notice that Dex's passivity was a very temporary state. Dex's arms were long enough to reach down to between her own legs and seemed to want to mirror Gabby's actions.

"No fair," Gabby whined, biting Dex's lips, "This is your turn."

"Shut up and fuck me," Dex said with a laugh that Gabby could only describe as a giggle. A noise that she would have bet solid cash money against ever escaping Dex's lips. She'd made the cool girl giggle with pleasure, something Gabby found exhilarating.

The two girls fucked each other like that, their hands frantically rubbing at between each others legs. Gabby again felt her legs clamp down against Dex's hand and realized that it was because she was close again. She bit her lip and tried to ignore the sensation. She couldn't cum again. She needed to make Dex cum first. She knew that there was another powerful orgasm inside her, one that she could feel approaching but that she had to resist. Gabby was not a pushover. She would get Dex off or die trying.

"Fuck me, yes, oh shit, oh fuck you little sexy fuck, FUCK"

Dex screamed, her hips bucked. Gabby saw her leg convulse and her stomach tighten before slamming down on Gabby's hand like a steel trap. Gabby couldn't contain her smile, grinning from ear to ear, she'd won. She'd held out. She'd made Dex cum and cum hard. Dex rode her hand as she made continued to make little cooing noises as her orgasm rose to a crest and then broke. Dex's lips broke into what looked like a stunned smile, almost as if she was scoffing in disbelief as to what Gabby had been able to do to her.

"Yay," Gabby said softly, finding her voice dry from all of the pleasure she'd screamed. She nipped at Dex's collarbone, the taller girl's hands having come to a temporary rest between her own legs.

"Beginner's luck," Dex said, although the smile she gave Gabby looked very appreciative.

"I'm a few ahead of you." Gabby said, downplaying her accomplishment.

"Well, prepare to have the smirk on your face wiped clean," Dex said as she, seemingly having regained her composure, pushed Gabby onto her back and again assumed a dominant position on top of the busty blonde sharing her bed.

Gabby moaned and spread her legs wide. She had been so close to cumming herself, having to bite her lip to keep and fight her release, that she welcomed it. She bit her lip again, this time in hungry anticipation, and braced herself for the feeling of Dex's fingers on her clit.

"Oh," Gabby gasped as Dex surprised her. Instead of the circular rubbing motion she was expecting, she felt as Gabby's knowing fingers only lingered on her clit a second before trailing lower down and finding her tight entrance. Gabby moaned as she felt two of Dex's fingers slide inside her and curve slightly upward before sliding out to the knuckle.

Gabby relished the sensation that was, for the first time, somewhat familiar. Being penetrated like this was a welcome call back to something Gabby was familiar with. Something that she liked very much. Spreading her legs to accommodate Dex's hands she rolled her hips as Dex pushed back inside. She gasped as Dex's slightly crooked fingers, after a few seconds of searching, found a spot that made her quiver with ever little motion and pressure.