I woke up first. Leyla, lying on her back, was still sleeping deeply. Leaning over her, I stared at her, her sharp and sculpted features, which reminded me of a young Persian girl I had known one summer in London, contrasted with the roundness of her body. A lock of hair, curled by the night, covered her forehead. I restrained my desire to kiss her to go and prepare breakfast. I drank my first cup of tea, the one which allowed me to return in the atmosphere!
She had not woken up when I returned; I delicately raised the comforter to discover her, still on her back, one leg folded. Without remorse for her sleep, my mouth went to her pubic area where I put my head; the perfume of love was rising, as Blanche said. When I felt her stir, I put my lips on her intimacy; half asleep, she raised her lying leg to offer herself. I plunged my face to that smooth hemmed apricot, my tongue out, I licked her gently... but precisely.
She grabbed my thigh, an invitation I was about to anticipate. I felt her face approach, her breath.
"I love your pussy, I love it like this, I would always want it like this!"
Astonished and crazy with joy that, already, his word was released, this new step let me see beautiful horizons. I raised myself, seized my lips to open them, offering him my scents as the intimate spectacle of my vulva.
"I would like your smell to be my perfume.
-I will offer it to you every time Leyla "
Her mouth seized my sex, voraciously, she rubbed her face, her tongue and her lips were agitated with this passion that I knew too. It was our first orgasm of the day.
Dressed in a T-shirt, I had lent her one, our breakfast was joyful, chatty and full of tender words and gestures. She had an appointment with a friend later in the afternoon to visit an exhibition; we still had a few hours to ourselves. After emptying a pot of tea and as I left to boil some water, she took the initiative to revisit our conversation from the previous day and the movie.
"Have you done everything we saw in that video yet?
-Yes, pretty much everything, why?
-Some things are very humiliating and then some things must hurt; and have you ever met girls who did that?
No rush, no pressure, that's what I thought. I was already surprised that Leyla had brought up the subject, I didn't want to shock her or push her in that direction; she had to, if she wanted to, go her own way.
-You're right, some things are just as you describe them. There are people who associate humiliation and pleasure like pain and pleasure. And yes I told you I've done it before.
-And you, that they are like that gives you pleasure.
-It gives me pleasure if it gives them pleasure too, otherwise I'm not interested.
-I understand that. If I was... like those girls you knew, could you still love me?
Here was Leyla asking me this question that was on my mind. She was sharp and intelligent and this unexpected remark made me feel as if I had been pierced. After the surprise, as a good analyst, I dissected her words. The desire was there, the love too. I was almost ready to answer candidly. A feeling was already born in me too, to call it love would be hasty, but it was taking the way.
I was so sure of myself, but at this precise moment I was, how can I say, ... disoriented.
I took my time to answer. I approached her, put my hand on her face.
"It's a little early, for you as for me, but yes, I think so.
She passed her arms around my waist and nestled her head against my breasts. We remained thus entwined a long moment, motionless and silent.
The noise of the kettle separated us and I prepared more tea, she had followed me and remained stuck against me.
The quantity of beverage that I had ingested made its effects, I stood up.
"Where are you going, are you coming back?
-But yes, I have to pee". Turning around, I caught a look, her look, she opened her mouth but finally did not say a word.
Sitting down, I heard her approaching, the door was open and I knew she was standing behind it.
I laugh. "I know you're there! Do you want to come?"
Now standing in the doorway she looked at me and without a word stood in front of me before kneeling down. I was experienced in these games and when the flow dried up, I stood up in front of her. She came naturally to put her mouth on my sex and "wiped" me long. Her tongue became nosy, her mouth gulped, I could contemplate her waving frantically on my pussy, passionate. I did not want to cum alone; I detached myself, with difficulty, from his caress to lead him towards the bed.
We made love the rest of the morning. Later, I ran a bath and like two lovers we stayed a long time washing and kissing each other. The clock was ticking, Leyla had her appointment. Our evening as well as our Sundays were taken. The kiss we exchanged before her departure had another taste; we had almost exhausted our overflow of desire and this deep kiss was full of tenderness. We would meet again on Monday.
Leyla
I lied to her a little, I was free tonight; too much upheaval! I wanted to be alone and yet I still want her. To settle down, to think of those moments spent with her. An unknown and haunting warmth invaded my mind; did I love her, already?
I had been in love before, but at 18 you didn't know it like at 30! I had had a first love like everyone else; it's true that this discovery, the summer of my 16th birthday, was overwhelming. One always remembers one's first love. With Marianne, one word, or rather a group of words came to mind: arrival at the port.
I defended myself using the pretext of my 18 years, still him! It's true that we are not formatted like that anymore in 2010! No more Prince Charming (or rather Princess), this is a time of experiences, waiting for a "maturity", the one that allows you to make the right choice. One thing was sure, I would not give up my ambitions nor my career; while telling myself this, I was well aware that I was burning steps. Passionate, I was no less rational; the vacations were approaching, I would spend them at Le Pyla with my parents and friends and then return to campus. It would give me time to think; I wasn't sure I wanted to, but I did.
The intensity of our sexual relations was obviously not foreign to this new feeling and I was mature enough to know that nothing could be built without it. Discovering new pleasures, I who, under my classical exterior, was always inhabited by the taste of discovery, the one of going beyond my limits without knowing, before meeting her, how to fulfill it.
I have always admitted to myself that physical love and, more broadly, sex are important to me (only Charlotte knows this).
Here I am tonight in my room, going through the motions, analyzing, saving for last what I have also felt for so long. She put a word on it: submission. It's not as if it was unknown to me, the concept anyway, however, there, I had touched with my finger its implementation! I'm sure she knows, she knows that I want it, that I want it! I am as angry with myself as I am with myself for letting it show.
Why, yes why did I follow her to that moment when she left the table? I ask the question when I know the answer. I don't know these games, but how many times in the shower have I let myself urinate for the pleasure of feeling the warm liquid running down my thighs, for the pleasure of feeling this abandonment that I considered guilty. Before last night, I hadn't even imagined that we could share them.
As always in these moments, I needed to talk with my confidante. I called Charlotte, she was at a dinner party but would join me later.
Those first steps, that first game, I couldn't imagine sharing with Charlotte; it would be the only thing I would keep to myself.
My room had a separate entrance and around 11:30 Charlotte knocked.
"So my Leyla, what's wrong?
-I'm fine, I'm just very confused so I wanted to talk to you.
-Always ready to listen to your dirty talk!
-You are stupid!
I told him my evening including the video, the rest and especially my moods. I omitted of course the episode of the toilets that I was not ready to confess.
"You seem to be about to fall in love!
-Yes, I think I am.
-I know that the buttocks are important for you, for me too, but it should not be your only guide
-Charlotte you know me, I keep a cool head, well almost.
-Yes, I know my "contest animal" but, nothing. I would like you to introduce me to this Marianne, when the time comes.
-Yes of course, not right away.
-One thing I'm curious about, what kind of videos did you watch
-Well, porn with women
-I understood that, but what kind? The classic kind?
-Well, classic yes but not completely.
-What is classic but not completely?
-You know, with some,... some kind of games.
-I think I know what you mean, yes. Wouldn't that be called BDSM?
She grabbed a belt from a chair, trying to get a fierce look.
"You make me laugh.
-If I understand correctly your girlfriend is a little dominating
-Yes, but not with me.
-Why not, if there is one area where we should not judge is sex. Can you tell me about this video?
-I don't remember everything but I'll tell you.
Between the story of my evening and the video, I could see Charlotte with that familiar bright look in her eyes.
"You made me want to do it!
-It's not what I wanted
-I doubt it and moreover I am not up to it; although! She took her precious pout, the mouth in cul-de-poule to pronounce these words what made us laugh a lot.
-We had said once, do you remember?
Little ironic voice to tell me: "Not at all!
-Be serious, it's not
-No, it's not, but I want to.
I remembered that moment of pleasure spent together in the countryside; Charlotte would never go further but when she had an urge she had to satisfy it; she was like that.
Strangely enough, I had the vain desire to show my old friend what I was capable of; there are days or moments when everything becomes possible.
I moved my hand towards hers, a gesture she was waiting for to get closer to me and kiss me. Charlotte feverishly removed her dress and panties, and both of us naked on my bed, we caressed each other. I took the lead.
"Get down on all fours."
I walked behind her. I began by licking her pussy, nibbling gently on her lips, and then returning to her clit. I liked to see her buttocks undulate. My tongue went up her vagina and after a brief penetration continued its way while I spread her buttocks. Briefly her pelvis froze until my tongue reached her little hole around which she curled. The ballet of her buttocks resumed. I did not think that this caress was never lavished on her. The swirling of my tongue triggered further movements.
I slipped under her and there, my thighs opened, I felt her mouth taking possession of my vulva. I put back to lick her with slowness and precision and I had put a finger on her small hole; of caresses, this last became more insistent, she let herself make. Slowly my finger penetrated her anus, of herself she went and came, her movement accelerated, as our mouths and our tongues; when she collapsed on me, my finger was still stuck in her buttocks.
Lying next to each other, our slightly guilty eyes met.
"Well, yes, you do things," she said with a small smile.
"Very nice things" she added. "And it's probably better that it's really the last time, I might get a taste for it! Her laughter followed as did mine.
Unbridled that evening I said to her: "I could be your sex teacher maybe".
"Just that! But what a pretentious lady Leyla!
Our laughter echoed in the room.
"But still you gave me ideas! Are we sleeping now?"
"Yes, we're sleeping."
The alarm clock was wise and Charlotte left after the breakfast we both had at my parents' house.
Our conversation had continued during that meal and talking to her had done me good.
Sunday was quiet as a Sunday and passed between family meals and work.
In the evening, Marianne sent me a message; we exchanged a little bit on a half tender, half scoundrel tone, not too late, Monday would be busy.
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