Alice's Restaurant

"So, did you like it?" She kissed Alicia's sore bottom. "I hope it didn't get to rough."

"I may have to be lying on my stomach for the next day or so, but it was worth it." She felt a tug on the plug. "No! Please leave it in. Turn it off for now, but leave it in." She got off Carrie's lap, kneeling in front of her and giving her a long, slow kiss. "You know, I just realized . . ." she started before kissing her way down the woman's neck, " . . . you've done so much for me, but I haven't done much for you yet." Her kisses made their way to Carrie's breasts, and Alicia tried to treat those tits as nicely as hers had been treated. Carrie's moans indicated she was doing a good job. She pushed the older woman back onto the bed and lay on top of her. Carrie's legs parted, allowing the younger woman to slide in and press her moist mound against Carrie's satin panties. Her voice took on an air of desperation. "What can I do for you? What can I do that will make you feel as good you made me feel?"

"I'll just have to trust you to figure something out."

Trust. The idea reverberated through Alicia's head. "Close your eyes. Please." Carrie did as asked. Alicia moved quickly, grabbing one of her lover's belts and a spare pillowcase. She ripped the pillowcase down one seam and then ripped it down the length again, giving her two strips. She tied one of them around Carrie's head, covering her eyes. Then she pushed the woman onto her back and had her stretch her arms over her head. Once there, Alicia secured her hands with the other strip of pillowcase, then looped the belt between her arms and looped it around a hold in the bed's frame before buckling it. Carrie was lying blind and almost completely nude on the bed. And she was completely at Alicia's mercy.

She slowly pulled Carrie's panties off before lying down next to her, tweaking her nipples and caressing her stomach. She whispered, "You might have to call in sick tomorrow. Because I'm about to fuck you so much you won't want to move." She kissed her way down Carrie's neck, stopping long enough to leave a tremendous hickie. Let the boys at the Bureau take note: this woman was spoken for. She spent some time devouring Carrie's beautiful melons. She nibbled on the nipples and licked the soft surrounding skin. She cupped those mounds and enjoyed their heat. Then she moved further south until she reached Carrie's perfect pussy. It was slightly swollen and looked incredibly juicy. A small strip of neatly trimmed red hair seemed to be pointing down towards the opening. The rest of the area was cleanly shaven. She hadn't gotten a good look at it that first time they had sex, but it was a sight she would always remember.

Alicia inserted her soft tongue into the slot and performed a series of slow, methodical licks. She just wanted to get Carrie a little more juiced up. Once the older woman started to squirm, Alicia pulled her tongue away and just blew lightly on her inner lips. Carrie pushed up with her feet and pressed her pussy in whichever direction the air was coming from. But Alicia kept her mouth just out of reach. She would do hit-and-run licks with her tongue, but she always retreated before her lover was able to catch up. Carrie was groaning to the point of almost whining. Finally Alicia just buried her face into the older woman's box and licked for all she was worth. Carrie sighed contentedly as her aching sex was finally given a reprieve.

Alicia did every oral trick she knew how to do. She sucked on the inner lips and let her tongue trace the area between the inner and outer lips. She licked the clitoral hood and teased the clitoris itself. She stuck her tongue in deep and then licked around the outside of the swollen mound. And when she realized Carrie was getting close to release, she pulled back and just watched. Once again, the woman's hips and pussy were moving about trying to find some way of achieving release.

"Please! Don't leave me like this!"

"Leave you? Honey, I'm just getting started." And she meant it. She kept the older woman on the edge of ecstasy for twenty minutes. She would tease her to the brink but not let her cum. But after a point, Carrie had stayed on the edge as long as she could stand. All Alicia had to do was insert a couple of fingers into that tortured pussy and it was all over. It was like a damn broke inside her, in more ways than one. She hadn't let herself truly experience pleasure in years. Her sex life had been non-existent since she had betrayed the trust of a friend. All that anxiety and all that self-doubt vanished in a flow of cum from the innermost reaches of her being. True, Alicia had gotten her off once before, but that had almost been a release out of desperation. This was about letting herself be happy again. And boy was she apparently happy! Her entire body was writhing in pure delight. Her mouth was open and trying to breathe in as much air as possible. Her cheeks were flushed with passion. Alicia finally realized how badly her lover had needed this. And she was honored to be the one to give it to her.

At long last, Carrie settled onto the bed. Her breathing was deep and powerful. Her skin glistened with perspiration. She just lay there limply. "I . . . I . . ."

"It's okay," said Alicia. "You don't have to say anything right now." She kissed Carrie and stuck her tongue down the woman's throat, letting her taste some of her own cum. Carrie drank it up and longed for more. "And I'm not done with you. Not by a long shot." Alicia went over to the bag where Carrie kept some of her work stuff. She reached in and grabbed a pair of latex gloves from a box of gloves that Carrie used when collecting evidence. She slipped them on, making sure to let the elastic sleeves snap back when she was done. She wanted Carrie to wonder what was going on. She grabbed the lubricant and smeared it on both hands, coating each hand well.

"So," she asked when her preparations were done, "are you ready for something really fun?" She petted Carrie's mound just like Carrie had done for her earlier, bottom to top with those slick gloves. Then she pushed two fingers straight into the redhead's box. She fucked Carrie with those fingers, spreading them and stretching her friend's opening. Then she inserted a third finger in, and Carrie started groaning more loudly.

"Oh fuck! That feels so good!"

Alicia smiled. I'm just getting warmed up, she thought. She curled her fingers together in a tight formation. Then she brought her thump in as tightly as she good. Luckily she was double-jointed, so she managed to squeeze her hand into a much smaller cylinder. When her knuckles reaching the older woman's opening, Carrie finally realized where things were going.

"You can't . . . There's no way . . ."

"Shh. I told you that you could trust me. I'm going to rock your world and leave you begging for an encore." She was rocking her hand a tiny amount, pushing the entire thing in a little deeper. Carrie's legs were spread wide, hoping that might ease the pressure associated with this intrusion. Her abdomen looked incredibly tight and her pussy was clamping down with tremendous power. But Alicia wasn't to be denied. She pushed onward and inward. Carrie arched her back. Alicia's hand moved a little bit further forward. And just like that, her hand was inside.

Carrie's body froze in mid arch. The muscles of her torso, arms and legs stood out against her skin. Alicia pumped her fist a few times, and her lover went slightly nuts. Carrie began twisting and turning, almost as if unsure if she wanted the massive invader gone or trapped. It didn't much matter, as she had nowhere to go.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Carrie seemed to have a one-track mind all of a sudden.

Alicia gave her arm a few quick pumps, then reached up removed Carrie's blindfold with the other hand. "I just wanted you to see what it looked like to have a fist stuck in your pussy." She pumped her arm again and saw Carrie almost pass out. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes! God yes!"

Alicia loosened her fist and began pushing parts of her hand against every section of Carrie's cavity. Carrie was pulling hard against the bindings at her hands, wanting desperately to reach down and grab Alicia's forearm. Then Alicia had another idea. While continuing to give her lover a proper fisting, she inserted a finger from her other gloved hand into Carrie's previously neglected anus.

"No! No more! I can't take anymore!"

"Yes you can. And you will. And you'll be asking for more." She stepped up the thrusting of her finger into Carrie's ass, but didn't neglect the fisting. "Do you want me to stop? Just say the word and I'll stop."

Carrie was still squirming every which way but loose. Finally, she said, "No. Fuck me. Please fuck me." Alicia smiled. After just a few more minutes, Carrie came again. And again. And again. Alicia kept her arm pumping as Carrie's tired opening tried vainly to clamp down on Alicia's wrist. Her asshole was slightly more successful, but only a little bit. Alicia was amazed by the sight of her arm disappearing, just inches from the wrist, into Carrie's body, and by Carrie's pussy spread almost obscenely to accommodate Alicia's arm. Alicia had managed to bring the redheaded dynamo to three orgasms in as many minutes.

When the third orgasm had subsided, Carrie lay almost completely motionless on the bed. Alicia was afraid she may have pushed the older woman to far. She slowly removed her hand from Carrie's pussy and scrambled to undo the belt buckle and untie her hands. "Are you alright?"

Carrie opened her eyes. They were shining like stars, and her mouth formed a sensuous smile. With her hands free, she grabbed Alicia's head weakly and pulled it to her, kissing the young woman with as much energy as she could muster. Alicia returned the kiss, letting her tongue slip one more time into her lover's mouth. She draped a leg over Carrie's prone body as they shared something a little more soothing than what had transpired earlier. Carrie was able to gather enough energy to reach down and pull the butt-plug from the younger woman's well-stretched anus and tossed it onto the floor. Even when the kissing stopped (or slowed), the two kept their heads nestled together.

Alicia started gnawing on a fingernail.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm . . . Was I good enough? Was I as good as . . ." She didn't know how to finish.

Carrie sighed and kissed her young lover on the forehead while playing with her hair. "Don't try and do that. You can't compete with ‘what might have been with someone else.' Let's make our own memories." She kissed Alicia on the lips. "If it weren't for you, I don't know if I would have even been willing to try."

"So where do we go from here?"

"I figure that we find you an honest job. We try going out on a few more dates." She paused to brush a stray hair out of her lover's face. "Thought not every date has to end this . . . energetically. Besides that . . . Well, I don't know. I haven't done this in a while."

They snuggled in silence for a while. Finally Alicia spoke up again. "I'm sorry if you have to call in tomorrow. I didn't really mean . . ."

"Sweetie, tomorrow is Sunday. Unless something big happens, I didn't have to work tomorrow anyway."

"So we could have kept going?"

"No, I think that was as much as I could handle for one night."

Seven chose that moment to jump on the bed and curl up next to Alicia's head. "So," the young woman started, "would you mind a new roommate. I realize it's a bit sudden," she continued with a wicked grin, "but I think my pussy . . . cat is going to be needing a lot of attention in the near future."

Carrie laughed and pulled the covers up around them. "We'll talk about it in the morning."

The End of "Alice's Restaurant"