“Shh… it’s okay. It’s okay…”
Bailey’s hands gently patted Eris’s bare back as the still-topless redhead sobbed gently into Bailey’s shoulder. The poofy blonde had wasted no time in sliding up right beside Eris when she started crying on the edge of the bed after Jaxie and Alex left. Thankfully, Bailey didn’t seem to be making a big deal out of it. She did exactly what Eris needed, which was to stay mostly silent and serve as a comfortable shoulder to cry on. It was multiple quiet minutes before Bailey finally muttered something other than a comforting whisper.
“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”
“I- I don’t know…” Eris choked. She felt Bailey nod.
“And that tells me everything I need.”
Eris pulled away for a moment to look up into Bailey’s soft blue eyes. “Huh?” Bailey smiled sweetly.
“I’m gonna make some assumptions here, and I want you to tell me when I get something wrong, okay?”
“...Okay?” Eris sniffled.
“Alright,” Bailey took both of Eris’s hands in hers.
“You enjoy your schedules. You’re a perfectionist. You don’t like it when things don’t line up properly, and you really don’t like it when things change. You want to make everybody happy, but you hate feeling like a burden to others. You and the tall glass of hotness made things official recently, and you’re excited but scared at the prospect of an open relationship. You enjoy being with Alex but you keep feeling like you’re cheating on Jaxie and you don’t like how scary sex stuff is. Between that and the Syndicate, everything is changing all at once in a way that you have no idea how to deal with. You’re overwhelmed, you’re anxious, and you’re trying to adapt to an entirely new way of living when you’ve never had to change anything this big in your life before.”
Bailey raised an eyebrow. “Does that sound about right?”
All Eris could do was stare with wide, wet eyes before giving a slow nod. Bailey smiled.
“Don’t worry about crying. Crying is great! It literally releases chemicals in the brain that are designed to make you feel good. Plus, there’s nothing wrong with being an emotional person. If everything gets a little bit overwhelming, nobody’s going to judge you if you need a quick cry to get your head back on straight.”
Eris sniffled. “I just wish I wasn’t so nervous all the time. I can’t stop myself from panicking…”
Bailey laughed. “Alright, I’m gonna do something and I don’t want you to think too much about it, okay? I want you to enjoy it for what it is, instead of thinking about what it means for your relationship with Jaxie and Alex.”
“Huh?” Eris raised an eyebrow. The other quickly raised to meet it when Bailey let go of Eris’s hands, gently held her cheeks, closed her eyes, and then pulled their faces together. Eris felt her brain go white.
Bailey was kissing her.
She was kissing Bailey.
She was-
“Nope,” Bailey mumbled into Eris’s lips. “Don’t think. Just do.”
With that, Bailey slowly extended her hands forward so that her arms were lightly crossed around the back of Eris’s neck. Eris was busy trying not to hyperventilate. Well, at first. Oddly, it actually became easier to manage the longer that Bailey held them there like that. This wasn’t some open-mouthed makeout like Eris had started to become accustomed to with Jaxie and Alex- it was a sweet, soft, simple connection of their lips with minimal movement. Her lips were just as soft as the rest of the body that Eris washed about a half hour earlier. Eventually, Eris closed her eyes and found her hands instinctively starting to linger on Bailey’s waist. When that happened, the blonde pulled her face back a half inch so that their lips separated and both of their eyes opened to stare at each other. Bailey grinned.
“Now, I want you to tell me the truth. Did you like that?”
Eris paused with a burning face before she could barely manage an embarrassed nod. The blonde’s eyes twinkled.
“Good, you just passed your next lesson- being honest to yourself. If you lied and said no, that would have meant a whole lot more work.”
Eris didn’t speak. All she could do was stare into Bailey’s eyes waiting for whatever instructions would come next. It was easy to walk when someone was pulling her along. Bailey eventually gave a smiling sigh.
“Let me tell you something before this goes any further, so you don’t have to start freaking out about it, okay?”
“...What?”
“I’m not in love with you,” Bailey said flatly. “And that’s because sex and love are two completely different things. Most of the time, they travel together because that’s kinda how things are. That doesn’t mean it isn’t possible to have love without sex, and sex without love.”
“Uhh…” Eris faltered. Bailey rolled her eyes, planted a quick kiss on Eris’s lips, then pulled away once more.
“I’m going to take off my clothes, and then since your girlfriend asked so nicely, you’re going to eat my pussy while I tell you how to do it right.”
Eris’s eyes went wide. Before she could say anything, Bailey pressed a third kiss and then seamlessly continued speaking.
“After that, I’m going to make sure you cum real nice, and then we’ll have naked cuddles until we fall asleep together. None of it will mean anything more than fun and a bit of stress relief between roommates, and then tomorrow you’re going to go back to your girlfriends that you’ll still love just as much as you do now. Understand?”
Eris’s mouth bobbed a few times without words. Bailey let out a humoured sigh, grabbed the hem of her shirt, then pulled it up and off over her head. As expected, her larger chest flopped out with an extremely distracting jiggle.
“Do you understand?” She repeated herself, as if having her tits out wouldn’t cause more of a distraction. Somehow, Eris gulped and gave a red-faced yet excited nod. Bailey grinned then pulled Eris in for a fourth and final kiss.
“Good girl.”
The warmth in Eris’s chest persisted as the pair adjusted their clothing and positions on the bed. That was to say- removing the rest of it then having Bailey sit on the edge with one leg pulled up and to the side so that her sex was laid bare for the world to see. Eris, who was kneeling on a pillow set upon the carpet beside the bed, was barely a foot away and staring with wide eyes at the neatly-trimmed patch of blonde-ish fuzz serving as the centerpiece of Bailey’s pelvis. Something about it also made Eris’s eyes instinctively travel just a teeny bit lower and gaze upon the princess’s folds.
Despite the context of what it was, and how much this particular set of flaps had been through, Bailey’s pussy actually looked… well, the only word Eris could think of to describe it was ‘cute’. Like a flower just barely beginning to blossom, with only a tiny bit of her petals peeking out from the opening.
“Alright, now I’m going to assume that tall, dark and busty has eaten you out a few times, so you should have a bit of an idea of what feels good and what doesn’t.”
Eris blushed- well… more than she already had been. “Yeah?”
“Then you should already know that it’s not a race. Sometimes you and your partner want a real quick tongue-fuck, like if your pressed for time, but in most cases you want to take it slow. At least for a pussy, their pleasure is more about the journey than the destination, you feel me?”
“Uhh…”
“Eh, you’ll get it. Just start off with some licking and work your way up from there.”
To say Eris was tentative as she leaned forward was an understatement. Her mind was racing faster than a cross-continental train as the distance between her face and Bailey’s pussy lessened. As she got even closer, she could even smell it. Most of it was the flowery scent of the soap/shampoo alchemical combination, but there was a teeny twinge of distinction underneath that. Like a musk, but sweeter. Tangy, almost. It only made one of the bigger thoughts rolling around in Eris’s head more prevalent.
I haven’t even fingered anyone yet, and now I’m going to eat out my roommate.
Eris paused for a moment before placing a light, awkward drag of her tongue on the front of Bailey’s slit. To her surprise, Bailey tasted like- well… flesh. There might have been a hint of that sweet tang, but it could just have easily been the scent playing tricks on Eris’s tongue. She took a few more hesitant licks before Bailey piped up.
“There ya’ go. Feel free to put a bit more pressure- it won’t bite and your partner will like it. You don’t have to keep your hands by your side, either. Put them on my thighs. Even that little bit of extra contact goes a long way.”
Eris obediently did as she was told. Gods, Bailey’s skin was so soft under Eris’s fingers and her tongue was squishing the blonde’s folds apart just a touch with every pass. Each lick meant that Eris’s tongue was dipping about a quarter inch beyond Bailey’s threshold as she went from the bottom to the top.
“Mmm, good girl. Just think of what felt good whenever Jaxie was down there and do the same thing to me. Each girl likes things a little bit different but a good handle on the basics will set you up for life.”
Eris looked up into Bailey’s eyes, which was a debilitating sight from in between her legs. She quickly blushed and looked back down, prompting a giggle from the blonde before Eris let out a tiny breath and moved back forward.
What did Jaxie do that Eris had liked? At any other point, for any other topic, it would have been easy to remember. For this? The idea of Jaxie’s previous administrations left Eris so flustered that the only thing that came to mind was ‘tongue in hole’. Very helpful.
Either way, it gave her a place to start. Instead of going for another pressured lick on the front of Bailey’s slit, Eris planted her lips firmly towards the top of the pretty pussy before her. At the same time, she opened her jaw and let her tongue slide forward. She didn’t stop when she came in contact with the seam of Bailey’s flower, instead continuing to push and easing her tongue into the gap.
The miniscule hint of a tang that may or may not have actually been there became a legitimate flavour as Eris’s tastebuds fully entered the princess. It was sweet and a tiny bit metallic, but by no means unpleasant. Not only that, the warmth squeezing down around her tongue was a different version of pleasant in itself. Like Bailey was giving Eris’s mouth a hug, as oddly innocent of an analogy as that was. Bailey cooed from above her.
“Good, good. Now pretend you’re a dog.”
That made Eris pause. Thankfully, she didn’t have to pull away so that she could speak and ask ‘what?’, since she heard Bailey immediately clarify.
“When a dog drinks water, they use their tongue like a spoon. Curl your tongue and act like you're scooping out my pussy. It’s simple, but it works surprisingly well.”
Eris didn’t really have much of an option to do anything otherwise, so she obliged. To the best of her ability, she formed her tongue into a miniature shovel and started digging towards Bailey’s depths, getting more of that sweet taste with every scoop. When she started doing that, Eris felt one of Bailey’s hands gently slide fingers along the back of her head and ever-so-slightly tug her further forward. She could also hear a content sigh pass Bailey’s lips. Her upper ones, not the lower pair currently occupied.
“Mmm, that’s a damn good start. Twist your tongue around a bit to hit some different angles. Yeah, just like that. Oohh, yeah. Just like that…”
At this point, the hesitancy was gone and long since replaced with fascination. Slurping Bailey’s pussy was genuinely interesting, and exploring all the little nooks and crannies that were within reach of Eris’s probing tongue was almost like a game. The fact that she could feel the blonde shifting slightly with pleasure under each movement was a lovely little ribbon on top.
Eris didn’t even realise she had moved her hands until they were no longer resting on Bailey’s thighs, but now firmly looped around them and using them like handholds to pull herself further into Bailey’s sex. At the same time, slender fingers snaked through Eris’s scarlet hair to ensure a good grip. Not like she was planning on leaving, though. Eris was too invested in wiggling and writhing her tongue to suck out every bit of pleasure she could from the bushy-haired blonde. It didn’t matter that fuzzy pubes were tickling her nose- if anything that added to the sensations.
“Something… something else you can do-” Bailey’s voice was audibly catching a bit; that made Eris’s face heat with pride. “-You can… form a seal with your lips and apply some suction to the clit. O-or you can use your fingers for it, or switch to fingering the pussy and licking the clit… a-anything works, really.”
There were lots of very intriguing options laid out. Which one to choose? Eris really didn’t want to stop dipping her tongue deep into Bailey’s core. It was far too interesting, too sexy, and she tasted too good to even consider removing a tongue from the honeypot.
Ultimately, that left Eris releasing Bailey’s thigh with her left hand and curling it around towards the top of Bailey’s pussy. It had been lubricated both by Eris’s spit and the blonde’s natural secretions, meaning that Eris’s index and middle finger slid easily along the surface of the little pink nub begging for attention. Immediately, that send a shudder through Bailey’s body that Eris could taste. She couldn’t help a lustful smile from crawling ear to ear at the low moan coming from above her head.
“Oohhh, that’s good… keep going. If something’s working… w-working well, don’t- don’t change things up. Just keep doing exactly what you’re doing and she’ll- oh fuck- she’ll never complain.”
That was all the encouragement Eris needed. Frankly, she had no idea how long she spent there, slurping and sucking out as much of Bailey’s insides as she could reach while eagerly massaging the ultra-sensitive clit. Eris couldn’t care less how much time had passed- it was too fun. Listening to Bailey’s increasing moans? Feeling the fingers tighten in her hair? Feeling the twitches in Bailey’s legs happen more and more often?
Absolutely incredible.
The knowledge that she was pulling out that pleasure was beyond describing. Eris had only ever been on the receiving end of this kind of thing- except for when she had sucked Alex yesterday. This was still different from that for two reasons. One, Bailey was lasting a fair amount longer than Alex. Two, Bailey also hadn’t been Eris’s best friend for years. This was, for all intents and purposes, a random stranger that Eris was now pulling towards orgasm and that thought sent a heat flushing through her chest that she couldn’t begin to describe.
“Oh, oh fuck- gods, you’re good at this. Haaah, nngh- keep going. Please, pleasekeepgoing…”
Bailey probably wouldn’t have been able to stop Eris from continuing, especially not when Bailey’s climax was starting to rear its lovely head. The leg that had been hanging off of the bed had long since wrapped around Eris and started digging a heel into her back, and the fingers in her hair had tightened to the point that it almost hurt. When the heavy breathing, errant moans and shuddering twitches finally culminated, it was nothing short of beautiful.
Eris could feel Bailey’s carnal tunnel rippling around her still-moving tongue while a low squeal eased from Bailey’s throat. It squeezed down on the oral muscle hard, as if trying to keep Eris from using it like a shovel, but Eris fought against the constriction. That extra pressure forcing itself onto Eris’s tongue only seemed to add to Bailey’s pleasure. The only terrible part about the situation was that Eris wasn’t in a position to properly look up and watch Bailey cum. All she could do was bury her face further into the blonde’s pelvis and squeeze a few fingers between them to keep bearing down on Bailey’s clit.
When Bailey finally eased down from her high and gently pulled Eris’s face away, Eris could see that the princess’s face and chest were bright red. The smile on Bailey’s face was indescribable.
“Wow. You are a natural at this.”
Eris felt her face grow warm with pride. She idly wiped her mouth and chin of the wetness gathered there and scooched back on the floor while Bailey slowly stood. Eris was delighted to see that Bailey was unsteady on her legs.
“Frankly, I don’t think I’ll have to teach you all that much. It’s like you were born to eat pussy.”
That last sentence suddenly made Eris realise that she had just been proud of her ability to be a whore. The warmth in her chest seemed to grow both hotter and colder at that realization, and she could only stammer. “I- I… errr, uhh-”
Bailey laughed, leaned down, and firmly kissed Eris right on the lips. It wasn’t a quick kiss either, but a drawn-out connection that lasted long enough for Eris’s hesitations to soften. After a long while, she pulled back with a grin.
“How big is Alex’s cock?”
That made Eris blink. “Uhh… huh?”
Bailey stepped away and walked towards her closet, leaving Eris kneeling on the floor.
“If I’m going to fuck you with a dildo, I wanna make sure it’s the same size as your second girlfriend’s dick. So I ask again, how much meat is she packing?”