A/N: This one-shot was inspired by a movie called 'After Sex', and I highly recommend you see it. So Twilight people, and After Sex people, please don't give me shit cuz I know I don't own it.
Metric - Sick Muse
New Found Glory - All Down Hill From Here
Nouvelle Vague - In A Manner Of Speaking
This was, by far, the best sex… EVER! My heart was pounding in my chest as her tongue circled around my clit over and over again. I had never felt this way before, not even with a guy, but I couldn't find it within myself to admit that.
We had only been roommates for four months, and were as close as two people could be for being from different sides of the country. She was from the west coast and I was from the east, and somehow, in the middle, we had came together and had great sex. Well, I shouldn't say we… I had great sex. No, scratch that, this bitch gave me some of the best orgasms I had ever had, but I never returned the favor.
"Oh, God," I panted, as she slipped another finger inside of me, hooking them up, and rubbing them inside me perfectly. "Yes, yes… fuck." The things this girl could do with her tongue, and fingers, made me want to send a thank you card to her parents for having her. The girl had mad fucking skills.
The second she started humming, I was done for. I felt her hand snake up and rest over my right breast, and I put my hand over it as I arched my back in release. I could feel my core pulsating as she continued to lick at me, as if my fucking pussy was the last glass of water in the dessert. I laid there, in my post orgasm induced implosion, and allowed myself to collect my thoughts. She kissed the inside of my thigh, and then giggled softly. It made me nervous when she did that, because every time she went down on me she always finished the same way, kiss the thigh and giggle.
"That was nice," I whispered, sitting up on the bed and reaching over for my pack of smokes.
"Yeah, it was," Bella giggled, coming out from underneath the sheet.
I offered her a smoke but she shook her head no. I lit my cigarette quickly and threw the lighter on the bedside table.
"So," Bella smiled, moving up the bed to lie next to me. "You want to do it again?"
I couldn't help but laugh at her eagerness.
"No, that's okay," I laughed, taking a long pull from my smoke. "I'm just going to marinate in this feeling for awhile."
She leaned forward and rested her head on my stomach, lightly tracing her fingers around the design of my heart shaped tattoo on my hip. Every time I allowed her to go down on me I could feel her starting to grow more and more attached, and I needed for her to understand that it wasn't okay.
"You know this is just casual, right?" I asked, taking another pull of my smoke.
She looked up and nodded. "Yeah, of course."
"Okay, good, cuz I don't need you freaking out on me, catching feeling and shit. I mean, you know I'm not into girls; I just like getting my pussy licked," I said, feeling that being blunt was the best way to go about having this conversation. "And you like to lick it. That's our trade. No more, no less. I don't deal with that drama crap, man or woman."
"Yes, Rose, I get it," she sighed, sitting up and pulling at the rubber band in her hair, allowing it to fall around her face. "And I'm not gay either," Bella stammered, crossing her legs in front of her. "I'm doing this because… It's just fun."
I rolled my eyes and flicked the ash off my cigarette. "Yeah, whatever, you don't have to hide the fact that you're gay, or whatever. I'm just saying I'm not." I noticed that she flinched when I called her gay, but I ignored it. "I just don't want you to fall in love with me."
"Wow, Rose, full of yourself much?" Bella laughed, running her hand through her hair.
"Fuck you, you know what I mean." I put out my smoke and got up, slipping my jean skirt back on and deciding to forgo the discarded thong on the floor.
"Okay," Bella whispered, looking away.
"Good, let's hit up the library." I rushed, wanting to move on from the subject quickly.
"Rose, do you think I'm… like… gay, or something?" Bella asked, as we walked through campus, towards the library.
"Well, aren't you?" I laughed.
"I don't know," she shrugged, digging her hands into her jean pockets.
"Well, as good as you are at eating pussy you could have fooled me."
She looked at me in shock and took the newly lit cigarette out of my hand. "Hey, I like guys, too," she stumbled, taking a hit from my smoke, and handing it back to me.
"Oh, really? When was the last time you were with a guy?" I asked, licking my lips and taking a hit.
"Um… I don't know. High school, I guess." She shrugged again.
"Okay, and did you like it?" She looked down at the ground and bit her lip. Her silence spoke volumes. "Yeah, that's what I thought," I chuckled as we made our way up the stairs, towards the entrance of the library. "It's no big deal, Bella. You like pussy and I like dick. It doesn't matter."
"Wow, do you have to be so crude about it?" she whispered, staggering back a little.
I turned back and looked at her, arching my brow in confusion. "What the hell does that mean?"
"It's just that you can be a little… sharp sometimes," she sighed, stopping and leaning against the vending machine by the library entrance.
"Hey, that's just the way I talk," I replied, crossing my arms across my chest. "If you don't like it, well, that's just too fucking bad." I pulled a dollar out of my pocket and went to the soda machine to get a coke. "I've always been a blunt, in your face, call'em as I see'em type of girl."
"Oh really?" Bella countered, crossing her own arms.
"Yeah," I laughed, pushing the coke button and grabbing the fallen soda out of the dispenser. "You are one of this decades up and coming awesome rug munchers, who just happens to like making me come, and I'm a cocky bitch who loves her meat. End of story."
"Then why do you let me do it?" she shyly asked.
"Because my revolving door has been a little slow, and the selection of up and comers are thinning out around here," I answered honestly. I could see the hurt in Bella's eyes, and I groaned in annoyance. "Bella, please, don't get emotional about this."
"I'm not," she said quickly, but I could see she was lying.
"Yes, you are. You know I'm a cunt, and the quicker you accept that the quicker we can move on from this," I almost pleaded. I wasn't going to give up cock for this girl, but I did enjoy the friendship we had. I wasn't ready to lose that.
"It's just that…" she trailed off.
"What?" I pushed, popping the tab off my soda.
"You're just so different when we're fooling around," she smiled slyly.
I rolled my eyes. "Well, yeah, but that's because you're getting me off."
She looked at me in shock and took a step back. "Wow, that was…"
"Look, I'm sorry for being a bitch, but you know that's how I am," I said honestly. "But, Bella, if I haven't made this clear enough for you… I'm not gay."
She looked down and nodded her head. "Alright."
"Great," I said in a rush, before I turned around and walked into the library.
I watched as Bella scanned the books on the rack while I sat on the floor thumbing through my English text book. I couldn't stop myself from checking her out a little. I mean, I'm not gay, but if I was I would have to say that Bella's pretty hot. Slender legs, soft curves, long dark hair, cute tits - but I still couldn't imagine ever going down on her. Shit, I couldn't imagine going down on any girl, but I guess if I ever wanted to know, had the need to want to know, Bella would be it.
"So what does it taste like?" I asked when Bella sat next to me.
"What does what taste like?" she sighed, leaning back against the book rack and opening her book.
"Pussy," I said loudly.
I couldn't help but laugh when her eyes bugged out of her head. "I don't know," she blushed.
"I'm serious," I pushed, setting down my book. "Like… does it taste like chicken? Or does it taste like fish?"
"No," she squeaked.
"Oh, does it taste like tuna?" I groaned.
"Well, I know it can smell like tuna."
"No, no," Bella said, shaking her head. "It… it depends. Everyone is different."
"Like?" I asked, turning towards her.
"I guess… you can say it's a little salty… but it's good because everyone is unique." She smiled.
I thought about that for a minute. Unique, huh? With curiosity getting the best out of me I couldn't help but ask.
"Well… what do I taste like?"
She smiled and leaned forward, coming towards my lips for a kiss.
I leaned back and softly pushed her away. "Hey, I don't want to know that badly."
She laughed and shook her head. "Well you asked," she sighed, sitting back and opening her book again.
"I know," I huffed. "I guess I just assumed it's nasty."
"Why?" Bella replied, not even taking her eyes away from her book.
"It's a damp hole between your legs, Bella."
"A damp hole? Wow, Rose…."
"I'm just saying," I said quickly, cutting her off. "It sometimes gets a little sweaty and… it's gross."
"No, it's not," she said softly. "I mean, you want it clean, but…" she stopped and looked into my eyes. She sat down her book and faced me. "You really want to know?"
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Well, I asked didn't I?"
She looked around quickly, and then she scooted closer to me, placing her hand on my crossed legs. "Open your legs," she whispered. A little shocked by her forwardness, but slightly turned on for the fact that we were in a public venue, I slowly uncrossed my legs. Without taking her eyes off me, she slowly glided her hand up my leg, and under my skirt. A small smirk spread across her lips when she felt that I wasn't wearing any panties, and she pushed her fingers forward into my now wet folds. I let my eyes flutter as her soft fingers rubbed softly over my clit, but as soon as it started it was over, and I nearly whimpered when I felt her hand pull away. I opened my eyes in time to see her stick her fingers in her mouth, and I almost felt the need to return the favor. Bella leaned forward, took her fingers out of her mouth, and whispered in my ear, "You taste finger licking good, Rose." As she spoke, the faint saltiness of her breath feathered over my face.
I smiled and turned to her. "Okay, I'm not a lezbo, but that was fucking hot," I chuckled. "It almost made me want to go down on you."
She smiled widely and pulled away. "Good to know," she nodded, grabbing her book and standing up.
I was deep in thought as we walked up the stairs, to our dorm room. I just couldn't understand why Bella wouldn't admit what she was. It's not like there was anything to be embarrassed about. She was acting like I was going to go order a huge rainbow flag, or something, and hang it over the door. I looked over at her and stopped in my tracks.
"You know you're gay, right?" I asked.
She took another step up and stopped. She paused a little before facing me and nodding. "Yeah, I know."
"Oh my God, is that the first time you have addressed yourself as gay?" I gasped, making my way back up the stairs.
"Yeah, I guess it was," she whispered, following me up.
"Well, I'm honored," I said honestly.
When we reached the door to our floor I went to open it, but she stopped me by placing her hand over mine. "Just make me a deal, and not repeat this conversation," she said seriously.
"Fine," I shrugged. "As long as you don't tell the world that you keep me in steady orgasms."
"Deal," she nodded, removing her hand, and allowing me to open the door.
Once we made it out into the hallway I decided to ask the age old question. "So, what, you plan on being a closet case for the rest of your life?"
"No, it's not that," she smiled. "I just want to do it on my own time. The world isn't going to end if I don't shout it from the roof tops, and plus it's nobody's business anyway."
"I guess, but… I mean your parents know, right?"
She stopped and shook her head rapidly. "They would shit a solid gold brick house if they found out."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, listen to you, miss potty mouth. Maybe I am rubbing off on you?"
"Yeah, maybe it's a new STD or something," she giggled, walking past me.
"Hey, fuck you, I'm clean."
Once we made it into our room I threw myself on my bed, and kicked off my shoes. "So why the big deal about your parents knowing?"
"I'm from a small town, Rose," she sighed, sitting on her bed across from me.
She groaned and leaned back, causing her head to bang against the wall. "So… admitting something like that causes one of two things; you either get disowned or become an outcast. Hell, probably both."
"And you're saying your parents would disown you?"
She rubbed her hands over her face and nodded. "My dad's the police chief of a town where you can't even ditch class without the bag lady at the store finding out an hour later. Not to mention these people would see it more as a life choice instead of seeing that this is just who I am."
"Wow, that's fucked up," I whispered. "And your mom?"
She laughed and shook her head. "She started naming her grandchildren the second I got my period. She would probably freak out and never speak to me again."
I felt bad for Bella. I knew for a fact that my parents didn't give a shit. Hell, they would more than likely be ecstatic if I went lezbo. In their mind it would just mean I wouldn't get knocked up.
"So how long have you known?"
"What? That I was gay?" she asked.
"Forever. I mean… I remember constantly asking my mom to let my friends stay the night just because I loved sleeping next to a girl," she laughed.
"Okay, that's kind of weird."
"But, it was all innocent. It's not like I was trying to get them to do anything," she reiterated. "It didn't become sexual until high school." She smiled and lay back on her bed. "Junior year was when I got my first dose of it, and I've been hooked ever since."
"Hell, yeah, B," I chuckled, sitting up to get a better look at her. "Spill, with details."
She smiled and looked up at the ceiling. "Her name was Mary Alice Brandon, but she always went by Alice."
"Was she a hottie?" I pushed.
"She was cute." She smiled. "But very… seductive. Like one of those people that you just can't help but gawk at when they walked by. You know what I mean?"
I nodded my head and smiled, remembering my first sexual experience. "Emmett McCarty," I sighed. "He was sex on a stick. I gave him head during a pep rally my freshmen year." I looked over at her and smiled. "He almost rivals you in the tongue department," I laughed, sticking out my tongue and wiggling it.
She rolled her eyes and waved her hand to stop me. "So you know what I mean then. Anyway, Alice caught me staring at her in class and invited me to hang out with her after school. She told me her parents never came home until real late. I didn't think twice about it at first because Alice sort of had this reputation for being pretty steady with guys. There were always rumors of her being either with this guy or whoever, but you never knew if they were true or just some high school bullshit."
"So, what, you go to her place and just start banging away?" I asked.
"No," Bella laughed. "We got to her room and she pulled out this huge bottle of rum, and we just sat there on her bed, staring at each other, drinking in silence. And then after about an hour she sat down the bottle, leaned over me, and started making out with me."
Bella smiled as she told me how soft Alice's lips felt on her own, and how gentle she was with her as the kiss became more heated. I was happy for her, to have such a fond memory of a first time. I smiled back and gestured for her to keep going when she paused.
"I would have been fine with just kissing her all night, but she sat up and slowly started pulling off her clothes piece by piece. When she stood in front of me naked she literally took my breath away; beautiful perky breasts, legs for days, tiny waist, and those eyes." She smiled. "She had the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen."
"She lay down next to me and slowly peeled away every inch of my clothes, leaving the most heated trail of kisses all over my body. I was so nervous I couldn't stop shaking," She laughed, and I laughed with her. Bella was telling me probably the most erotic story I had ever heard, but yet she was the one who was blushing like a twelve year old.
"She was so soft, so gentle. It was as if she knew exactly how to touch me. Like she knew all the spots on my body that would make me tingle," she whispered. Bella looked over at me and smiled. "Is this turning you on?"
I bit my lip and laughed. "I don't know, fuck, but don't stop now," I growled, annoyed at the sudden stop.
Yeah, I'm not gonna lie, I was getting a little excited, but I wanted to hear the whole story first.
"So, she slowly started moving between my legs; and as soon as I felt her tongue brush over me I knew she had done it before."
"Was she good?" I asked.
"Oh my God, Rose, I can't even describe it," she practically moaned. "It felt like… it was like finally feeling whole. As if this missing puzzle piece of my life was finally filled. And when I came, Jesus," she sighed. "It was sixteen years worth of pent up sexual tension just exploding out of my body."
"I'm almost jealous," I snickered.
"She was perfect," Bella smiled. "When I was done trembling, she slowly kissed her way up my body, and when she kissed my lips I could taste myself on her. It was breathtaking. She was so careful with me, letting me touch her and move at my own pace. She never once tried to rush me or made me feel inexperienced. She just…," she trailed off and smiled. Bella turned on her side and faced me, and I smiled at the redness of her skin. She was obviously turned on by what she was telling me. "When I finally had the nerve to go down on her she was so patient, coaching me on what to do, playing with my hair while she writhed below me. She even held my hand the whole time."
"Awwe," I teased with a smile.
"Even though it happened years ago, I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was the best day of my life."
"So, what happened the next day? You guys keep seeing each other?" I asked.
Her face slowly started to fall, and I could see her eyes start to gloss over. "I saw her in school the next day, and she completely overlooked me. Never said a word to me, wouldn't even look at me. As if it never happened," she answered softly, looking away to wipe a falling tear. "But still, it was the best sex I have ever had," she softly smiled, looking back over at me.
I smiled and nodded my head. I felt bad for her, and I knew how it felt; to be blown off after sex. I sat up and got off the bed, walked over to her and sat down to her. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure," she nodded.
"I am so fucking wet right now," I giggled, which caused her to smile. I lay down next to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back to my chest. We laid there in silence for awhile before I finally spoke.
"Yeah?" she whispered.
"I'm sorry I'm such a bitch all the time," I murmured.
"I wouldn't want you to be any other way, Rose," she sighed, linking her fingers with mine and pulling my hand tight to her chest. We fell asleep that way, and I can honestly say that was the best night's sleep I had ever had.
Ending Notes: So please let me know what you think. It's been a long time since writing a one-shot and I always like to hear if what you guys think. Thanks for taking the time to read and please check out some of my other stories.