Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

She was wearing a black pencil skirt. I was wearing a black pencil skirt too, and I couldn’t help commenting. That’s how it started. That kind of innocuous comment you give to a friend of a friend. Her pale blue eyes shone in the lights of the club as I complemented her. Unlike me, she was heavily made up and dressed all in black. Her low-cut top left a decent view of her C cup breasts. She had these incredible lashes that brought out her blue eyes even more. I had lost my friends in the club and now I was by myself.

“We have the same skirt”, I said. “One of us will have to go home and change”.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

“What?” The music was too loud. It was a lame joke and she didn’t even hear it.

“What’s your name?” she asked. “I’m Lucy. And you’re…”

“Annabelle.” I never asked her what she was doing there, or who she was with at the club. I had come with a few friends, but as soon as I started talking to Lucy they faded into the background along with the rest of the club. I was transfixed by her. Her skin was milky white but her hair was a glossy black and flowed past her shoulders. She had high and sharp cheekbones, red lipstick and fingernails painted jet-black. Her cheeks were adorned with rouge. I was bewitched by her eyelashes and the way they fluttered.

I nervously stuttered, “y-your eyelashes. I can’t take my eyes off them.”

She responded with a very deliberate flutter of her long, arching lashes.

“Anyone can get them”, she said. “It’s easier than you think.”

“Maybe you can show me sometime”, I said.

“Maybe I can show you right now”, she responded.

She firmly took my hand and led me towards the women’s bathroom. As we walked together towards the graffiti-stained mirror on the wall, I noticed there was no-one else there. “Stand still”, she said. She stood behind me and took out some eyeliner. She took the makeup to my eyes and squeezed my shoulder with her other hand. She was so close I could feel her hot breath on the side of my neck. Her breath and the smell of her perfume had an intoxicating effect on me, and I was so nervous that I trembled slightly. “That’s it”, she said. “Hold still. Wow, you look great.” I smiled nervously. I felt an uncontrollable attraction to her. I had never felt this way about a woman and I was confused and conflicted but infinitely curious. Suddenly and without a word, she grazed her teeth along my neck. She bit the side of my neck softly, enough to send a shiver down my spine. I felt her start to press against my back as she took a hand and placed it over my left breast, feeling me up. I moaned softly. A small part of my brain wanted to offer resistance because this was all so new and unexpected, but that part of the brain was quickly forgotten as my pussy started to rapidly get wet. I pulled away slightly and leaned over to kiss her, but she grabbed my hand and spun me round instead.

She took my hand and led me into a cubicle. She sat me down on the toilet seat forcefully. Her hands started to undo the zipper on my skirt. The skirt dropped to my ankles, and then she grabbed at my panties, pulling them down to rest on my ankles as well. Her right hand spread my knees apart. I used to shave my pussy for my last boyfriend, but that was a long time ago I had grown quite a bit of bush. Her hand ran over my cunt hairs. By this time, the wetness was uncontrollable – my pussy was glistening with juice. Her eyes focused on my pussy, as she looked at it like a cat toying with its prey. Her index finger started to slowly rub my quite prominent clit. She moved her finger in circles around my button, and then hit it more directly. I let out a gasp. Then, she took her index and middle fingers and ran them down my pussy. Suddenly, she took those two fingers and pumped them inside me. She continued to massage my clit with her thumb. I couldn’t believe it. My head was starting to spin. Her blue eyes devoured me as I stared into her face, which had broken out in a devilish grin as she witnessed the effect she was having on me. And then it started. It only took a minute. That shudder of oblivion, or whatever it is you feel when you orgasm. Suddenly, I felt another sensation. I was squirting. I started to gush all over her hand. I was embarrassed this was only the second time this had happened to me. She was standing up, pumping my pussy and looking surprised and gleeful. I came all over her black stockings. More girl cum gushed onto the floor. She let out an electric shriek of self-satisfied laughter as she pulled her fingers out of my pussy. She took some toilet paper and dried her wet stockings. She was enjoying herself. She took her right hand and put all five fingers into my mouth, stretching my mouth wide open. I felt the taste of my own pussy juices on my tongue.

“Good girl. Let’s go somewhere more private”, she whispered. She took me by her right hand, which was still wet and glistening with my pussy juice. We walked hand in hand to the exit of the club.

“S-so, what do you want to do now?” I squeaked timidly.

“Your place”, she said. “How far away is it?”

“Ten minutes in an Uber”, I mumbled.

“So order one”, she instructed me. She really was no-nonsense. She knew exactly what she wanted. I knew I had friends in the club who were probably wondering where I was. That didn’t matter anymore. I was in Lucy’s world that night, and she called the shots.

The cab ride was tame. She made small talk with the driver.

I led Lucy up the steps to my apartment. I was so nervous I was stumbling in my heels, which I kicked off as I entered the front door. We walked into the kitchen, and Lucy pushed me against the fridge and started kissing me. I went to put my right hand on her back, but she took my hand and pushed it against the fridge. I had only been with three boys in my life, and they had been so tentative. Lucy wasn’t like that. She stayed in control.

“Bedroom?” she said.

“This way”, I replied, and led her down the corridor and into the bedroom.

I’m not gay, but I had always wondered what it would be like to taste pussy. Entering the bedroom, I stuttered and told her I told her I had always thought of myself as straight. “Taste my cunt and I bet you’ll like it, straight girl”, she said. She rapidly took all her clothes off and lay down. This was the first time I had seen her look almost vulnerable. This time, it was my turn to make her lose herself in pleasure, and I could see that as badly as she wanted me, the idea made her a bit apprehensive. I started by sucking on her tits, kneading each breast like putty in my hands. She had quite small, pink nipples, but I could tell by the way she growled that they were very sensitive. Even the way she vocalised made her seem dominant she growled and purred almost aggressively, a big departure from my girly, high-pitched moans. Then, I started to kiss her body, moving south from her breasts. I stuck my tongue in her navel. My curiosity was boundless and I wanted to devour every inch of her body. Finally, my lips tasted her pubic hair. Her cunt hair was shorter than mine it was trimmed to about half an inch in length. I planned to tease her just a little and take things slowly, but again she took control. She grabbed my hair and pushed my head towards her clit. She had quite a big clit. I felt the prickles of her trimmed hair as I ran my tongue down her pubic mound. I was still so nervous. I had never tasted pussy before. How hard could it be? I thought to myself. I knew my own body well, and I was confident I could make her feel good. She was just such a mysterious, otherworldly creature for me. I knew nothing about her besides her first name and I couldn’t imagine ever being good enough for her, and that included being able to satisfy her sexually. Still, she was extremely wet and her pussy glistened like a pearl, which was a good sign. I started tentatively, moving my tongue in slow circles around her clit while occasionally making a long sweeping motion down her pussy lips with my tongue. “Harder”, she whispered, and I changed my tune. I wrapped my mouth tightly around her pussy and went all-out on her clit with my tongue. My hot breath was running over her pussy. I spat on the fingers of my right hand and then rubbed them over her nipples, kneading her breasts. A sole bead of sweat ran down her body from her face to her belly button. I carefully traced it with my finger and then licked off her salty sweat. Then I went back to working her clit. As I continued to lap away I looked up to her face like a student eager for her teacher’s attention. Her eyes were closed in pleasure, and I again noticed her incredible, butterfly-like lashes.