Restless On A Road Trip: A Lesbian Romance Read online

  Maggie returned to the bedroom after a few more moments away, leaning her arm against the door frame, smiling at me, modeling her tight little body off for me. I had always thought Maggie was pretty, always pictured what she looked like nude, and seeing her like that was a dream come true. She was probably the most gorgeous woman I’d ever known.

  “I’m back,” she said sweetly, slowly traipsing back toward the bed until she finally reached it, flopped down, and crawled back up toward me.

  “Welcome,” I said with an irrepressible smile. Maggie snaked herself back into the sheets so that our flesh could mingle once again.

  And then we kissed. It was tremendously romantic. Slow and careful and full of love. It was so enchanting, so erotically gentle, that I felt my lower half begin to ache and try to incite a mounting sexual fervor in me.

  “Mmm,” Maggie sighed as our kiss ended, our noses touching softly as our hands ran over each other underneath the sheets. My heart beat hard with love.

  “Did last night really happen?” I murmured.

  “It did,” said Maggie in the same low tone as me.

  “It was just…” I began, stopping to try to find the words. “I never felt so amazing.”

  “It was fun,” affirmed Maggie.

  “Do you think that things are going to be weird?” I asked. “I mean, with Piper? And… whatever this is,” I said, indicating what was happening between Maggie and I.

  “Piper is a strange cookie,” said Maggie. “It definitely won’t be weird for her. She’s always looking for a crazy sex romp. You don’t have to worry about any weird jealousy or anything from her.”

  “Yeah?” I said, mulling it over. “So she’s pretty open?”

  “Always,” admitted Maggie.

  “Ugh,” I intoned, smacking my hand to my forehead. “I can’t believe everything I did last night.” This really set Maggie off, giving her a big belly laugh.

  “You were feeling pretty good,” said Maggie. “I don’t blame you.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “But, I don’t know… I mean, you know.”

  “You obviously wanted to do it,” smirked Maggie.

  “I did,” I agreed. “It felt like something pent up had been released.”

  “I’m glad you could let it out of you,” said Maggie with joyous empathy. “Maybe you’ve been a little repressed for a while, babe.”

  “Maybe,” I said, considering it.

  “You like pussy,” grinned Maggie, her nose scrunching up, feeling satisfied like she caught me redhanded.

  “I might,” I said. “I’m willing to give it a try.”

  “Dana,” she started. “I’ve always had a little teensy crush on you.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Maggie had a crush on me? Unbelievable. It just didn’t make sense.

  “Are you for real?” I said. “I’ve always had a little teensy crush on you. What happened?”

  “You were straight!” Maggie countered amid laughter. “I wasn’t about to be that predatory chick trying to get you into bed when you totally weren’t into it. Though, I admit, it crossed my mind a number of times.”

  “Well, all that old Dana stuff is just… it’s just behind me,” I said. “I’m open now to just being happy and this… this,” I emphasized what was happening with Maggie and I. “It’s making me really happy.”

  “I’m so glad,” smiled Maggie. She leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips and I eagerly returned it. This kissing lasted a few moments and combining it with the conversation Maggie and I were having, I’d never felt closer to her.

  “Maggie,” I said after another moment of sweet kissing. “I just want you to know how much I love and care for you,” I said this almost having to fight back tears. “I’m sorry that when I was with Paul these last five or whatever years… I’m sorry I neglected our friendship.”

  “Babe,” said Maggie with a grin. “It’s nothing. I love you, too. Our friendship goes way past five years. It means a lot more than all that.”

  “Thank you,” I said in earnest. “ Thank you for understanding.”

  “Of course.”

  We resumed kissing after this heartfelt exchange and that kissing grew more heated by the moment. Before I knew it, both Maggie and I had begun fondling one another, hands between each other’s thighs, teasing the wetness out from our insides. I could feel the arousal both in my middle as well as in my head, the voice in my mind excitedly clamoring for more. The bottom dropped out of it all when I felt a sudden pressure from Maggie’s fingers.

  “Oh fuck,” I called against her lips. Maggie had slipped two fingers inside of me and was thrusting her wrist back and forth, fingering me ardently as the morning sun entered through the small window at the very top of our basement bedroom’s walls.

  “Mmm,” she cooed. “You’re already quite wet.”

  “Yeah,” I breathily affirmed, now concentrating on the penetrating of my new lover’s hand.

  With each measured breath, I felt myself constrict and release Maggie’s fingers. My belly tightened, my hips bobbled. I loved the feeling of having Maggie’s fingers inside of me, I reveled in how they filled me up. After a few more pumps, she slowly eased them out of my wetness and moved them upwards, settling on my pink dot, and beginning to traverse over it in slow, deliberate circles.

  “Okay,” I said, my head dropping to Maggie’s bare shoulder, embracing her. I adoringly kissed her shoulder as she stroked me under the sheets.

  “Oh boy,” said Maggie, moving her hand down once again, spreading her fingers out, and rubbing them over my full and achy lips. “You’re totally dripping down here.” I felt a single finger press against my pleat and draw upward, collecting my viscous stickiness and smear it around.

  “It happens really quickly,” I panted.

  “I want to see it,” peeped Maggie. She had a wicked fire in her eye. Within an instant, Maggie had yanked off the covers and leapt up, crawling down the bed to get a closer view of my middle. I watched as she inspected me, a teasing look on her face, until finally she pressed a single finger against my slit and collected some of my creaminess on her fingertip.

  Bringing it to her mouth, she tasted it and made a big production, her lips smacking, a visage of consideration on her face.

  “Oh stop,” I protested, reaching out and smacking her thigh.

  I sat up in bed in a hurry and then rushed over to her, pressing my lips to hers, stealing a kiss, though she couldn’t help but laugh. And I absolutely loved this back and forth. It had all the excitement of new love to me. Of novel exploration. Growing comfort. I really felt safe here with Maggie.

  “Fine,” she said, pulling back from our kiss. “You can taste me.” Plopping back on the bed, arms braced behind her small figure, Maggie spread her legs and offered herself up to me. The blonde fur of her mound was so appetizing to me. I could see the subtleness of her crease, the light hair drawing in toward it. It was an impeccable example of womanly sex. Such a perfect pussy.

  Looking up to Maggie’s face, catching her watching me, I let a smile grow over my lips.

  Pressing my palm against her slim stomach, I leaned in and delicately pursed my lips against her softness. I felt the prickles against my lips, inspiring me to kiss deeper. And so I did. I buried my mouth into her sweet slit and parted her lips with mine. Maggie immediately began moaning slowly and rather than continuing to brace herself up, she fell back onto the bed and widened her legs further, ready for my attention.

  Right under Maggie’s belly there was a gentle line in her skin, and I adoringly ran my thumb back and forth over it as I mouthed into her blossom. I grew intoxicated from her flavor, my own arousal mounting as I tasted her moistness and felt it drip onto my chin. The subtle perfume of sweaty sex wafted up and I deeply breathed it in. Maggie’s botanic musk emboldened me to suck firmer against her.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” mused Maggie, drunk with lust. She had the sexiest pillow talk. I felt her hand move to my head and begin threading her
fingers into my hair. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she said.

  Releasing my tongue, I moved it upwards along her pleat and felt her lips part to either side. Maggie emitted a low whine as I did this, making her pleasure known. Focusing my licking on her little bead, I brought my fingers up and started prodding at her until I was able to enter her with a single digit. I felt inside of her, my fingertip touching over her soft inner ridges, then drawing it almost back out again, leaving just the end of my finger inside and applying pressure to the base of her bloom.

  Next, I removed my fingertip completely and pulled it downward, bringing with it some of Maggie’s own juice. Perhaps I was a little overeager but I just didn’t care. With my lips against her cherry, slurping and licking and adoring her womanhood, I pressed my finger into Maggie’s cheeks and offered her rear a firm touch.

  “That’s nice,” Maggie cooed. “I’ll really like that.” She gripped harder against my hair, pulling at it. But I didn’t mind. I loved it, actually.

  I increased the pressure on her backside, rubbing the tiny folds back and forth with a wet firmness, while I buzzed my lips against her in front. I felt a shiver in Maggie’s body, starting in her hips and then moving down her thighs. She was gyrating like she was cold, but the noises coming from her mouth indicated just how hot she was. This all made me redouble my efforts and as I did, I could tell Maggie was positively enamored by what I was doing to her.

  “I’m really close,” she intoned between moans. “Oh God, really close.”

  With my finger on her rear, I could feel her moving in time with her breathing, opening up just the slightest bit as I felt around her rim and explored. But just as I was getting the nerve to prod further, Maggie cried out with a squeal and her top half folded upwards, her lower half beginning to quiver with vigor. Her body juddered and she groaned and I just kept sucking her. I could feel her tiny kernel with my tongue.

  “Shit!” Maggie called out, her palm slapping hard against the bed a few times. She gritted her teeth and writhed, her butt grinding down into the sheets. I got the message and pulled back from her, letting the smile widen on my lips as I watched her come.

  Her middle was totally glistening with dampness, a steamy mixture of my saliva and her sweet nectar. Raising my hand, I wiped at my mouth with my palm and took a deep breath, satisfied with my work below. Maggie kicked her leg out a few times and she lowered both hands to just below her navel, tenderly caressing herself, fingertips running through the very top of her pubic fur.

  After a few moments more, Maggie opened her eyes wide and looked at me. She was ecstatic. And this look enhanced my sense of accomplishment.

  “I’m going to hire you to do that all the fucking time,” she said to me, searching for her breath. “Oh my God, it’s so throbby.” Maggie’s hand lowered to her pussy and she stroked against herself in an effort to console whatever soreness was presented.

  Soon I was lying next to Maggie, our bodies cradled together, and I pressed my fingers against her mound to feel her wet and matted fur, lovingly caressing her as she came down from her orgasmic high. I kissed the side of Maggie’s face and she sighed, smiling happily.

  “This trip just got a lot more interesting,” Maggie said. And I agreed.

  “Coffee?” asked Piper with a smile, holding a stainless steel French press over the empty mug in front of me. Maggie and I sat next to each other at the dining room table as Piper, dressed in black work pants and a white button-down shirt, served us breakfast.

  “Of course,” I said. “I could use it.”

  “Late night,” said Maggie with a playful grin.

  “Yeah!” affirmed Piper, releasing a short laugh.

  I think we were all a little bit woozy from the previous night’s romp. I know I was. And I could read it on the faces of the other two ladies. Although I felt a bit weird about what happened between us, I couldn’t deny how great it made me feel. Looking over at Maggie, her lovely pale visage, blonde locks haphazardly draped over her shoulders, I felt like this was right. Whatever was happening, whatever happened between me and Maggie and Piper, that’s what was supposed to happen for me. It felt… natural.

  “You girls are lucky,” said Piper, pouring herself a cup of coffee after filling both Maggie and I up. She sat down and gingerly took a croissant from a plate in the middle of the table. “I have to go to work today and you’ve got the day to yourselves.”

  “You could call in sick,” said Maggie. “Just call in and come with us to Rocky Mountain National Park.”

  “I wish,” she said, her eyes shooting upwards, her head shaking back and forth. “We’re doing this test today that I need to be present for. Even if I’m hungover and stupid, I still need to be there. Sometimes it sucks to be in charge of such things.” Piper laughed at herself and took a sip of coffee.

  Under the table I felt Maggie slip her foot against my ankle, bare skin to bare skin, and rub her toes up and down at a leisurely pace. I looked over to her and smiled. She smiled back.

  “Can I bring something up?” I said, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Just something that’s on my mind?”

  “Shoot,” said Piper, blowing on her coffee and then taking another drink.

  “Last night?” I said, offering a shrug and wide eyes. Maggie rubbed her foot firmer against my ankle.

  “Yeah?” said Piper. “Pretty fun, huh?”

  “Well, yes,” I admitted. “It was… really fun.” I thought about it and tried to find my words. “But, you know, also confusing.”

  “Ah,” said Piper with a smile, looking over to Maggie and offering a wink. “Yeah, I get that.”

  “Do you have any questions, Dana?” asked Maggie tenderly. I could really feel the empathy from her. It was comforting.

  “Many,” I said. “Well, I think many…”

  “Well, first,” began Piper. “I think you two are both babes and you’re totally grand but I’m sort of a lone wolf,” she said. “And Maggie and I have already been down that road.”

  “It doesn’t work,” said Maggie with a knowing smile.

  “Right,” said Piper. “When Maggie and I were in a relationship, we were at each other’s throats. We work much better as just friends.” Piper smiled sweetly over at Maggie.

  “Okay,” I said, still trying to put things together. “So that was just… fun?”

  “Just fun,” admitted Piper with a single nod. “And I’m always down for some fun.” She laughed.

  “I know things might feel a bit confusing,” said Maggie, reaching her hand over and placing it atop mine to comfort me. “Especially because of what’s been going on in your life.”

  “Oh yeah,” said Piper, now remembering my situation. “I guess I totally spaced on that. I’m sorry, babe,” she said to me. “But maybe this was, you know, for the best…?”

  “I would say, Dana, you should just… go with it,” said Maggie. “Maybe this is why things never felt right with Paul.”

  “Yeah,” I said, releasing a deep sigh. I thought about it and perhaps Maggie was right. Honestly, having sex with a man was never something pleasurable to me on an intrinsic level. Of course, I’d had sexual encounters with men before that felt good but that was usually because I was getting played with or eaten out or something like that. Penetration, on the other hand, always made me feel a little sick to my stomach. I could never explain it. It was kind of repulsive to me.

  But that night with Maggie and Piper, my inhibitions gone thanks to the concoction of intoxicants, just letting myself go and enjoying the moment with two pretty women, now that felt right. That made me happy. That made me more sexually fulfilled than I could ever remember being.

  “If you liked it,” Piper said. “But you also like men… well, maybe you’re bi.” Piper shrugged.

  “Maybe,” I said.

  “This might be too much,” said Maggie, trying to cool Piper down.

  “No,” I countered. “No, this is good. I think I need this.”
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  “Okay,” said Maggie offering a reassured smile. Again, I felt her foot run up and down my bare leg.

  “Do you like the ladies?” said Piper, eyes darting over to me. “I mean, how have you felt about chicks over the course of your life?”

  “I mean, I’ve always found women beautiful,” I said. “But I thought that was just something everyone felt, men and women and everything in-between. Women are just beautiful, right?”

  “Well I think so,” said Piper. “And I know Maggie thinks so. Everyone else? I don’t know.”

  “Have you ever fantasized about another woman?” said Maggie. “If that’s embarrassing to answer, you don’t have to.”

  “No,” I said. “It’s fine. I think that, yeah, I have fantasized about another woman.” My heart was pounding and I was feeling nervous by all this, but it felt like it was something I needed to talk about it. Like it was something that had been inside for so long and it was finally getting its time in the sun. Of course I had been fantasizing about Maggie, but another woman popped into my brain.

  “Who?” said Piper. Although she was obviously a teasing and playful instigator, I could tell that her demeanor was softening as I opened up.

  “When I was in college,” I started. “I had this communications class and one of the teaching assistants was this girl Lorna. She was just so pretty,” I said, exhaling as I reminisced. “It was a huge class, you know? One of those lectures with like 300 people enrolled?”

  “Mm hmm,” said Piper, nodding knowingly.

  “And you never interacted with the professor specifically. He told you to talk to one of the TAs if you had any problems,” I said. It was all flooding back to me now and I was getting more and more eager to let it out. “I didn’t have any problems except that I wanted to talk to Lorna. There was just something magnetic about her.”

  “What did she look like?” asked Maggie tenderly.

  “She was a brunette,” I said. “Her hair was long and straight. She was curvy in all the right places,” I said with an embarrassed grin, looking down and feeling a bit silly. “That’s to say she had really nice tits.”