Eros Lesbos

Eros Lesbos



When did I start to look at her like this? At which moment did I see her as more than just my closest friend?



I think it was back then, as I framed her posturing figure in the Greek sunlight amongst the ruins at Ariane; the sunlight striking her pale face and highlighting the plummeting V of her short black top, whilst her hand moved casually across her skirt. That simple motion sent a shiver of pleasure through me and clarified the confusion of the previous weeks inside; why I had monopolised her time of late, why the talk of other guys and late night clubbing made me feel irritated and nauseous when centred around her. I was attracted to her. I wanted to do more than just chat, shop and spend time with her. The thought scared me as much as it thrilled me.



It was a pleasant day with small fluffy white clouds drifting like lazy flocks of sheep above, there was hardly a breeze though and the air was too humid and stuffy for my tastes. We were in a remote part of the ruins and few people were about.   



“Come on June, how long are you going to take?”



“Ah, sorry Charlene.”



I adjusted the camera, I wanted the shot to be just right; I hoped my face was simply warm from the heat and not showing a blush. The last thing I needed was my face to start matching my hair. I pressed the smooth circular button and heard the tiny cogs whir inside, followed by a sharp click. Seconds later the picture popped up on the screen and she ran over to inspect.



“You stopped smiling!” I protested but she just laughed. 



“I thought it was more in keeping with the ruins to do a more sullen pose. I can’t be smiling all the time?”



I was still feeling a little off balance from the fact that I wanted to get rather intimate with my best friend. A friend who was very close, peering over my left shoulder with her hazel eyes and golden hair tickling my neck, rose perfume enveloped me.



“I want you to be though.”



She cast me a sharp glance as I look at her for her reaction. Catching the curious glance I react instinctively, staring away to my right and down at grey stone floor, old and worn with the passing of so many feet in the past. 



Crap! My head is throbbing and hot. My right hand holding the camera drops down to join my left. I swallow and the sound seems to eclipse the distant seagulls cries and chirping insects in the clumps of wispy long grass, which sprout up all around the site. 



“June...” She says in a low voice, her breath catching my left ear. I shiver as my brain fights to keep control and the warm stirring feeling in my loins tightens. With a great effort I manage to lift my head. Then her right hand gently brushes through the end of my red hair and my breath escapes faster than it should. My eyes meet hers and my head is buzzing with what that contact could mean. 



She’s smiling as she asks, “do you like me?”



I don’t trust my voice to speak and just nod. We’ve known each other seven years, through secondary school. I know by like she means more than simply like. She’s seen through me. She must have noticed my odd behaviour these past few weeks and read me faster than I managed to read myself. 



Her right hand presses lightly against the back of my head. I can feel her long, smooth fingers lightly parting my hair.



“Do you want to kiss me?” Her face is closer. Her rose fragrance mixes with my strawberry one. Up close I can see the beautiful black eyelashes forming borders about her hazel and gold eyes that draw me in; her lips pale pink and slightly chaffed but alluring as her tongue runs over them to leave them moistened. My own arms move automatically up and my left hand moves to hold her right shoulder as my right hand moves to her left shoulder; at some point I must have dropped the camera but I don’t know exactly when. 



Our noses brush as my tongue runs over my lips, already tingling with excitement; my chest is tight and my whole body feels as though it’s been submerged in liquid air. I can barely swallow.



Our lips press and rub. Her fragrance overpowers me as my hands rub and press against her upper back and pull her into me. Her right hand has tightened against the back of my head and her left hand is pressing into the small of my back. I’m sure my nipples are hard from the ripples of pleasure they’re sending from shifting against hers and I can feel dampness amidst the cauldron of heat between my legs. 



It’s as though we are eating each other. Both of us are confident, be it Charlene slightly more so. And both of us are good looking. I’m slightly shorter than Charlene and don’t have an ass quite as good as hers but I consider myself better endowed in the breast department. 



My right hand entwines with her smooth gold hair and my breath escapes in a moan from my lips as her right hand slips down the back of Denham shorts and squeezes my ass. I push forward as my left hand slips down under her sweat soaked T-Shirt and onto her boiling skin. 



We stumble across the courtyard in a haze of passion, lips crashing against lips and my hand now gripping her smooth, firm, rotund ass; squeezing the skin hard and hearing my friend’s moans. We’ve gone further than I thought because all of a sudden the back of my hand makes contact with wood and in my surprise I stumble, sending us falling.



With a crack the old wooden bolts holding the right turquoise door gives way and we stumble into a dim, dark, small warehouse beyond; lined with shelves containing old Greek pottery and implements. We collapse to the floor, Charlene on her bum and me on my knees, helped by the door taking most of our momentum. I look behind and see the open door close to my foot; only the lock broke so I kick out with my right foot and kick it shut so that only a crack of light enters the 2 metre by 2 metre room.



“Perfect,” Charlene whispers as her hand brings my face round to hers and her soft lips drink in mine, her tongue running over mine with a tingling moistness. Both her hands are now making their way up the sides of body underneath my sky blue T-Shirt, the left cupping my right breast and the right reaching round to unhook my bra. 



It slides off with ease and she breaks out of a kiss to pull off my top, leaving my purple nubs, and sweat glistening mounds at her disposal. 



“I’ve always envied these, June,” she whispers in a sing song voice as she cups one in each hand and softly massages them. The look she’s giving them sends another trickle of fluid escaping between my legs, softening my pants. 



Then with agonising care she inches down to take my right bud into her mouth. A cry escapes my lips as she gently bites and licks, nibbles and flicks, bites and pinches again. All the time her fingers are gently massaging and smoothly shaping my breasts. Once my right nub is swollen and hard to her touch she gives my left the same treatment, then my right and left again. Soon my mounds are fully ripened and my body is screaming for more; particularly lower down, which aches to be filled.



As if reading my mind she slips my Denham shorts off and rubs my crotch with her middle left finger. 



“Someone’s excited,” she murmurs as she takes a lick that sends a paralysing shudder through my body. 



“Hmmm,” she murmurs pleasantly, like the cat who’s got the cream. I feel my limp pants slip down my legs, the wetness smearing against them as they are removed. Saliva fills my mouth as I sense what’s coming.



Charlene suddenly blows a stream of hard cold air between my legs that turns my whole body to jelly. She grins and I can’t move as her fingers pry my clit open. I’m aching for her, to see what this will feel like. Then her tongue slides in. Not far at first. Just a little inside; drinking up my leaking juice and stroking my insides leisurely. Then it becomes firmer and more persistent, running along my inner walls and sensitive red ridges with reckless abandon. My gasps escape in small shrieks and cries and my body spasms involuntarily. 



“Ah. God. Charlene. God”



“Goddess please,” she says demurely as she stops and glances about.



“Don’t stop...Goddess” I whimper, my knees bent and opening raised invitingly. My whole body is buzzing and tingling like I’m stuck at the top of the world’s tallest rollercoaster or longest bungee jump. There’s a rustling from the shelf and in the thin light from the door I see Charlene holding something speckled white and smooth.



“Say I think I can use this.”



“What?” I gasp, desperate.



“A pestle,” she says and without further ado strokes its cold surface against my pussy and then presses, twists and rubs it hard against my buttoned, straining clitoris. 



“Ahhh!”



“Now say please fuck me my Goddess,” she says teasingly and I have no choice, the words pour almost involuntarily from my mouth.



“Please fuck me my Goddess!”



“As you wish,” she whispers hungrily, sliding the pestle deep between my thighs.



“Arrrrghhhhh!” My body contorts and throws my breasts upwards, to her waiting mouth. Her right hand is pressing the pestle in and out, but her left has moved to my spine to hold my body in it’s arched position. She glomps my breast and sucks hard, just as she thrusts the pestle even deeper.



I can feel the heat rising, building, forcing and pressing with every thrust and suck. Finally, with saliva spilling from my mouth I cry out desperately,



“Once more!”



Her head has risen and is heading for my left breast as the pestle slides back down, almost to my opening. Then it rushes in. It penetrates so deeply, right into the centre of the heat. At the same time my upper body is subject to the sucking, stirring sensation of her mouth and tongue on my erect left bud. In the haze I scream as I orgasm, my juice flowing and gushing out with the pestle in a series of body jerking shudders until I lie on the concrete floor a pleasured wreck; Charlene kneeling over me licking the sticky, white juice from the pestle and gazing down at me with eyes that are so alive.



When she finishes she gives me a mischievous smile and starts moving her own black T-Shirt up the sides of her body.



“So June, do you want me or are you too tired?”



There is, of course, only one answer to that...



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