Perfect Storm, part 4

JO

This is not at all how Jo thought her night would go. Not that she was complaining.

It was like Evelyn had suddenly turned into another person. If her mind was filled with worry, she certainly wasn’t showing it anymore, especially with the way she was currently grinding against Jo, her cock pressed hard against the girl’s crotch, practically twitching with want. Evelyn’s had her hands on Jo’s cheeks and was grazing her lips against her, letting out sweet little sounds each time her hips thrust against Jo. “You sure you want this?” Jo asked, more out of surprise than anything else.

“God, yes,” Evelyn whispered against Jo’s lips. 

Jo wasn’t going to say no to that. She pushed Evelyn gently off of her lap and started sliding her panties down, revealing her full length. A bit of glistening wetness had gathered at her tip. She thought Evelyn would just climb back onto her, but to her growing surprise, the girl knelt in front of the couch, gathered her curls into a tight bun, and licked her from base to tip.

Jo felt like she’d touched divinity. It wasn’t like she was a stranger to this—shit, she’d had some pretty fantastic sex no less than two weeks ago—but this girl was something else. The warmth of her tongue, the moan she made when she tasted her wetness, the slow, needy enthusiasm with which she touched her, she was incredible. Evelyn’s fingers wrapped around her cock and she began working Jo with her lips, swirling her tongue around her, and holy hell, it was a wonder she didn’t come right there in her mouth.

“Fuuuck,” was all Jo could get out. She rested her hand on top of Evelyn’s head and guided her gently. Every second was at once torturously slow and ludicrously sexy. “God, your tongue feels so good…”

Evelyn let out an approving, muffled sound and started stroking her while she sucked. All Jo could see was Evelyn’s cute curls bobbing up and down between her thighs, but what a gorgeous sight it was watching the girl devour her cock. She started speeding up, gripping her a little tighter for a little friction, dragging Jo closer and closer to the edge, before finally lifting up her head with a final flick of her tongue. She gazed up at Josie with those perfect sea-green eyes and grinned fiercely. “Want more?”

“You’re damn right I want more,” Jo answered with a growl, tilting Evelyn’s face by the chin and leaning in to kiss her, tasting a bit of herself on the girl’s lips and loving every second. She pulled Evelyn up higher until she was climbing on top of her, and then the two were in a frenzy, practically tearing off Evelyn’s PJ bottoms and pulling down her panties. Jo had only a moment to glimpse the girl’s half-naked body before she was on top of her, grinding her pussy against Jo and capturing her lips in another needy kiss. God, she was so wet. Had she been thinking about this all night, like Jo had? 

“Co-condom?” Jo whispered.

“Just fuck me already,” Evelyn answered, and who was Jo to argue? 

Evelyn scooched forward ever so slightly, and that was just enough for Jo’s cock to slide inside her warm folds. Jo swore she saw stars. It took actual willpower to not simply explode inside her just from that. “Holy fuck, you feel so good,” she whispered, leaning up to nip and gently bite Evelyn’s pale, freckled neck. Evelyn responded by sliding up and down on Jo’s lap with a long, lingering moan.

“So do you,” she replied, a smile playing on her lips. They stared into each other’s eyes as Evelyn continued riding her cock, her arms wrapped around her shoulders as she leaned in closer. Even above the roar of the storm outside, Jo could hear each and every one of the sounds Evelyn made, each little moan, each gasp, each whimper. With each roll of their hips, Jo pressed in deeper, building in speed and fever until finally she could take no more. She pulled Evelyn into a deep kiss, pulling at the fabric of her button-up pajama shirt, wanting more, wanting everything. And judging from Evelyn’s moaning against her lips, she wanted the same.

The pressure built and built inside Jo, a dam ready to overflow. Tension gripped every inch of her. No doubt Evelyn could feel it too, because she immediately went for the kill, leaning in close to nip and suck at Jo’s neck. “Are you gonna come for me?” she whispered, the sheer lust in her words betraying her lovely, innocent voice. Jo rolled her head back, exposing more of her neck, and gripped Evelyn’s pale, perky ass as the girl bounced faster and faster on her lap. 

“God, yes…I’m so close…” Jo breathed, until finally she was ready to break. Her back arched and she pulsed hard inside Evelyn, crying out in pleasure as the explosive release of her orgasm unraveled her. They were lucky the storm still raged outside, or who knows what their neighbors might have heard, even with how remote the house was. She continued thrusting greedily for a while afterwards, slowly, sensually, the two of them sharing messy kisses the entire time. It took minutes for her to wind down after that.

Finally, Evelyn slid off of her, her entire face, neck, and shoulders flushed red. She looked down with wide eyes, then shifted her hand to continue stroking her throbbing length. “Still hard? Wow.” 

“What can I say? You’re…highly motivating.”

“Motivated to help me get off, maybe?”

Now it was Jo’s turn to blush. “I thought you’d never ask.”

EVELYN

It turned out that taking what you wanted was pretty fucking fun, or so Evelyn was learning. Taking Jo in her mouth was fun, but climbing onto her lap was an almost spiritual experience. The way Jo had groped her ass; the feeling of her cock throbbing inside her; the way she winced when Evelyn necked her; the long, rolling moan she’d let out when she felt Jo come inside her. She would be thinking of this night for the rest of her life. But she was too greedy to be done just yet.

“What can I do for you?” Jo asked, a smirk playing on her lips.

A single thought came to her, instead of the usual thousand that permeated her mind at once. She barely recognized the person she’d briefly become when she’d climbed onto Jo’s lap—normally, a decision like that would take hours of agonizing, but somehow this one had been simple. And just like that, she knew what she wanted. “I want you to taste how wet I am.”

Jo’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Her smile was electric. She slid out from underneath Evelyn and pulled her by the wrist into the nearby bedroom, pushing her onto the bed and finally pulling off her tanktop. Evelyn leaned up against the pillows and watched, marveling at Jo’s perfect breasts, her toned body, and—damn, how was she still so hard?

Jo climbed on top of the bed after her and started unbuttoning Evelyn’s shirt, leaving a trail of tender kisses down her chest. Evelyn couldn’t help but let out a gasp as the kisses continued downward, between her tiny breasts and down her pale body. Then she felt Jo’s fingers teasing her inner thigh, and her hips started rolling instinctively, seeking friction. She whispered Jo’s name several times, begging, pleading, until finally two fingers slipped inside her.

She sucked in a breath and gripped the bedsheets as Jo fingered her. Already her hands and knees were shaking with pleasure. “Ohh god, Jo…please…” Every time the woman’s thumb brushed against her clit, it caused her to squirm and moan. Then Jo leaned over her and took one of her breasts in her mouth, and it drove her wild. She could feel her nipple hardening as Jo’s tongue swirled in tight circles around it. She shifted one hand to touch Jo’s naked body, only for her arm to be pinned above her by Jo’s free hand, the other still working Evelyn’s pussy through.

“Uh-uh,” Jo scolded. “Just let go.”

Evelyn nodded fervently. “Y-yes, please.”

“Say my name,” Jo ordered.

“Jo, Jo, fuck, you make me so hot,” Evelyn whimpered. “Please, I need your tongue.”

“Good, because I can’t wait any more,” Jo replied, impatient. True to her word, she wasted not another moment, diving between Evelyn’s thighs and pulling out her fingers, replacing them with her hungry tongue. She wrapped her arms around Evelyn’s legs and moaned into her as she tasted her. 

Evelyn was addicted. She needed Jo’s tongue like she needed to breathe air. She writhed and made lewd noises she’d never made before as she was devoured. Any anxiety she had about the situation had long since fled, any semblance of propriety lost as she gave herself over to her new lover. Her fingers gripped her pillow tight, her hands still raised high above her head. For tonight, her body didn’t belong to her. It was Jo’s through and through. It was terrifying, dizzying, and profound to not be in control…and to like it. After years spend trying to take control over every aspect of her life, somehow giving herself over put her mind at ease instead of driving her crazy.

It was that tongue that did her in. The closer Evelyn drew to the edge, the more Jo gave her. Her tongue drew circles around Evelyn’s clit, tighter and tighter as she unraveled, until finally she could take no more. Jo moaned into her as she came undone, and the vibrations sent her careening over the edge. She cried out Jo’s name, reaching down and to grip her head without realizing it, fingers coursing through her lovely hair. Jo didn’t stop immediately, continuing to lick and tease Evelyn’s pussy for minutes, until finally all the tension in her body snapped, and she lay back, exhausted, sweaty, breathless.

Jo climbed up next to her and nuzzled her cheek against Evelyn’s chest adoringly. Evelyn could barely speak. She wrapped her arms around Jo and pulled her tighter, until finally she stopped panting and could breathe again. “Holy shit, Jo.”

“Mmm,” Jo replied, smiling dreamily. “You taste amazing.” She wiped some of Evelyn’s wetness from her chin—gods, her lips looked so enticing like that—and licked her fingers clean. Evelyn pulled her into a greedy kiss, wrapping her naked leg around Jo to keep their bodies intertwined.

“So do you.” Evelyn grinned fiercely just thinking about it. She couldn’t wait to taste her again. And then it hit her—they were practically strangers, and if all went as planned, they wouldn’t get that chance again. She’d go to the wedding, Jo would finish her writing here, and they’d go back to their home cities, alone.

That wouldn’t do. Not anymore.

“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” Jo asked, brushing some of Evelyn’s curls aside. Evelyn must have been lost in thought. She gave Jo a quick smile to show her that all was okay, then went right back to thinking, planning, finally breaking her silence with an offer. “This is crazy, but…do you want to maybe…come with me tomorrow?”

Jo sat up, eyes wide. “Really?”

Evelyn rose to meet her, head spiraling. What was she doing? This was really stupid. Of course Jo wouldn’t want to. She had a play to finish and a home to return to. This was just a fling. A one-time thing.

“But…can you even bring a plus one?” Jo asked. 

“Actually…” Evelyn smiled nervously. “...Mel—my ex—she really wanted me to bring somebody, so she stubbornly kept my RSVP with a plus one even though I said I wasn’t bringing anyone. Said, ‘hey, you never know.’” She chuckled. “Guess she was right after all.”

Jo looked lost in thought. “No pressure though!” Evelyn continued, feeling stupid for even asking. “I know you’re busy with your play and everything.”

But Jo shook her head, a grin spreading on those gorgeous lips. “Actually…you helped me think through so much of the plot, I can probably finish the rest in a flash when I get home. And I really don’t want to say goodbye in the morning. So…I’d love to come. If you’re totally sure.” Her cheeks were tinged a deep red. Evelyn wanted to kiss her all over again. “I don’t have anything too formal to wear, though.”

“Luckily for you, dress code is super casual. Pretty sure Remy is getting married in jeans and a button-up shirt. The whole thing is in Mel’s family’s backyard. Trust me, you’ll fit in perfectly.”

By now they were both smiling like idiots, staring into each other’s eyes, holding hands like neither one could stand letting go of the other for even a moment. Outside, the storm had finally quieted—just a gentle pitter-patter of rain on the window. “I’m so lucky to have met you,” Jo finally said. “And to think, I thought you showing up would ruin my night, not make it the best night I’ve ever had.”

Evelyn giggled. “Guess that storm ended up being a good thing, after all.” She silently thanked all of the bizarre circumstances that had led to her being in Jo’s arms, falling back into the bed with their naked bodies entangled. Dreams of tomorrow flitted in and out of her head as they drifted off to sleep. For once, she didn’t mind that her plans had gone out the window. She didn’t mind improvising, so long as she got to do it with Jo.