A Proper Send-Off

Part 3

Sarah laughed, and tried to look away, but found herself trapped by June's eyes. "So what, we go upstairs and have a quick, awkward roll in the hay?" Sarah asked.

June caught her eyes with a look of smoldering, fierce intensity as she leaned towards her. "I don't fuck half-way," she said, her voice again dropping to its low, sultry whisper. "If I'm only going to have lesbian sex twice in my life, it's going to be back-scratching, screaming, make-it-so-you-can't-feel-your-legs-for-a-week lesbian sex."

Sarah let the words hang there for a second. There were no longer concerns on her part about the offer. She was only mildly concerned about whether or not she'd be able to stand without leaving a wet mark on the barstool.

"Look at me," June said, taking a step backwards and letting Sarah's eyes again trail over the mind-blowing curves that June had on terrific display. "Now unless I'm wrong, you've been looking at me all week like you wanted to tear my clothes off and fuck me until I screamed,"

"Maybe," Sarah shrugged, hoping to appear non-committal.

"Right," June said with a smirk, "so now that I'm saying you can, are you going to? Or are you actually going to sit there and spend some more time worrying whether or not we'd be doing it for the right reasons?"

Sarah had to take one last look at June. The thought of even two nights with such a goddess overwhelmed her. But Sarah knew it was something she was going to do, even if it did make a future friendship awkward. Sarah wanted to kiss and suck at June's amazing chest, wanted June's strong thighs to wrap around her ears as Sarah pleasured her. She wanted to fill both of her hands with June's ass as she bounced the redheaded girl to an orgasm on her strap-on. As those thoughts ran through her head Sarah took June's advice and quickly stopped caring about her reasons.

"I still need to hit the motel," Sarah said. "Pack up for tomorrow."

"And I," June leaned in again, "will close up the bar and be waiting for you."

Sarah nodded, took one last breath of June's scent and made her way to the exit.

Sarah's trip to and from her motel had been made in what seemed to Sarah to be an agonizingly long time. Still, it needed to be done. She had clothes to pack and bills to settle and other matters to attend to. In the back of the cab, Sarah bit her lip as she looked at the small backpack she had with her. That contained one of the other matters. Sarah was not going to let this night pass without fucking June in every way that Sarah wanted to fuck her. She was going to take her time, give June everything she could want in a night with another woman.

The cab ride ended and Sarah found herself outside of O'Flaherty's yet again, her pack over her back and the smaller bag slung over her shoulder. For a second, Sarah had to stand outside the place and collect herself.

She could feel the entire year's worth of celibacy burning inside her and felt paralyzed by it a second, as if she needed to remember how it went. That only lasted a second, though, Sarah did not lack in sexual confidence. Along with repairing engines, fucking women was what Sarah Conover did as well as anyone.

She pulled open the door and saw what nearly made her mouth drop. June was sitting on top of the bar, her back arched and her long, smooth legs crossed and resting on one of the bar stools. High heels had replaced her flats and she'd clearly re-done her make-up. On her face was a look that couldn't have been any clearer if there'd been a caption. It was the come hither look to end them all.

"How long have you been sitting like that?" Sarah asked, questioning the nature of the too-perfect pose.

"Like twenty, twenty-five minutes," June admitted, still looking as seductive as ever.

Sarah rushed towards her. Any thoughts of appearing too eager were gone. Sarah wanted to fuck June more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life and June was going to know that soon enough anyway. Sarah found herself standing in front of June gazing up at her.

"You are so fucking sexy," Sarah said as she uncrossed June's legs, wrapping her arms around June's waist.

"Yeah," June said, breathless at being touched intimately by another woman for the first time. "Too bad for you I'm straight,"

Sarah leaned up slightly and pulled June to her; it was a soft kiss, sweet. Sarah didn't want to dive into the sex too quickly, didn't want to go too hard at first. Besides, June's lips were ones she wanted to savour. The kiss was slow and soft, Sarah's pale lips finding June's soft, supple, ruby mouth as inviting as any pair she'd ever kissed.

June leaned into her. She'd meant what she'd said. She was determined to give this encounter her all. She hadn't expected Sarah to be as soft and sweet with their first touch. After the way Sarah had looked at her all week, she half-expected to already be bent over and right in the middle of it. Sarah's gentleness was proving more powerful than she'd expected.

For all her exterior confidence, June was in uncharted territory. She'd expected Sarah, with her vaguely masculine air and well-built physique to be rough, more like a guy. She'd thought it would make her first kiss with a woman more familiar and less scary and, while there were aspects of familiarity, Sarah's kiss was unlike any she'd known--passionate and firm, but soft and pliant. There was no mistaking it for the kiss of a man. The only thing scary was how much she was enjoying it.

Sarah began to increase her intensity. She didn't want to rush into anything, but the heat within her, the wetness she could feel, was driving her to kiss harder, to open her mouth and let her tongue explore June's mouth. Her hand began running up June's smooth leg, resting on the outside of her thigh and underneath her skirt. Her intentions were to remove whatever undergarments June was wearing and begin immediately.

To her surprise, however, June broke their kiss and even pulled away slightly.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked, worrying greatly that June was experiencing second thoughts.

The pained look on June's face told another story. "Well, I don't know how it works for you lesbians and all, but I've been sitting on a bar for half an hour and my ass is getting numb."

"Oh," Sarah laughed

"I was actually thinking we could, you know, go upstairs and have the sex in my apartment," June said, hopping down from the bar.

"Lead the way," Sarah said. She had to restrain herself slightly. She was so caught up in her desire that even June's reasonable request struck her as an agonizing delay. Still, she wanted June to be comfortable. It was a quick trip through the back of the bar to a narrow staircase and then up a flight of stairs. Sarah could feel her heart beating like a jackhammer with every step. Walking up the stairs, with June's gorgeous ass right in front of her, built things to an unbearable boiling point and, as soon as June had opened the door, Sarah was on her again, grabbing her and pulling June in for another kiss.

Sarah's kisses were firm, deep and probing. Comfortably falling into her role of taking charge during sex, her hands were firmly planted on June's backside, pulling her towards her. The curves that Sarah had admired the last week were as delightful as hoped. There was flesh to it, firm rounded globes that filled Sarah's hands comfortably without sag or flab, just firm, toned flesh that filled out whatever June wore admirably.

Getting to finally experience June's body, finding out that it felt as good as it had looked, enflamed her, causing her to kiss her lover deeply, with more purpose, and the two of them crashed against one of the walls of the apartment.

June was quickly allaying any fears Sarah had that their fuck would be passive. June's small hands were on Sarah's collar, pulling her ravisher in towards her. Despite Sarah's more dominant role in the kiss, June was giving as good as she was getting, her soft, full lips pressing against Sarah's with equal hunger, her tongue just as insistent as it explored another woman's mouth for the first time. If Sarah's passionate kiss was one of pent-up hunger and a desire to release as much of her sexual energies as she could, June's seemed to be one of pure, ecstatic exploration.