I met Nicole at the bar on a Thursday when the place was half empty and the music was low. She was thirty-two, same as me, with short dark hair and a mouth that didn't smile much until she decided she wanted to fuck. We talked for twenty minutes before she leaned in and said, "My place is two blocks away. You coming or not?"
We didn't waste time once the door closed. Nicole pushed me against the wall and kissed hard, her tongue pushing straight in. Her hands went under my shirt and grabbed my tits, squeezing like she was checking how much she could take. I yanked her jeans open and shoved my hand down. She was already wet, not soaked yet but getting there fast. Two fingers slid between her lips and she grunted, hips jerking forward.
"Bed," she said, voice rough. We stripped on the way. Nicole's body was lean, small tits with dark nipples that stood up tight when I sucked one. I pushed her down on the mattress and spread her legs. Her cunt was shaved clean and already glistening. I licked straight up the slit, tasting salt and heat. She grabbed my hair and held me there.
"Fuck, right there," she said. I sucked her clit and pushed two fingers inside. She was tight at first, then opened up quick. Her juices coated my fingers and ran down my hand. Every time I curled them she got wetter, slick sounds filling the room as I pumped in and out. Nicole's thighs shook. She came once with a low growl, cunt pulsing around my fingers, but she didn't let me stop.
"Get on top," she ordered. I climbed over her face and lowered my pussy onto her mouth. She licked like she was starving, tongue flat and broad, then pointed and stabbing at my hole. I ground down, riding her face while I reached back and fingered her again. We stayed like that until I came hard, thighs clamping her head, my own wetness dripping onto her chin and neck.
Nicole flipped me after that. She got on her knees behind me and spread my ass, licking from my clit all the way back to my asshole. Two fingers went into my cunt while her tongue worked my rim. I was dripping onto the sheets. She added a third finger and fucked me steady, the wet squelch loud every time she pulled out and shoved back in.
I came again, face buried in the pillow, pushing back onto her hand.
We switched again. Nicole sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto her lap, facing her. Our cunts rubbed together, slick and hot. She rocked her hips so our clits slid against each other. Every grind made us both wetter. I could feel her juices mixing with mine, coating our thighs. She grabbed my ass and pulled me harder, grinding until we both shook and came at the same time, moaning into each other's mouths.
Later she pulled out a strap-on from the drawer. Thick, black, already lubed. Nicole buckled it on and bent me over the bed. She slid in slow at first, then harder once I was open. The harness pressed against her clit with every thrust. I reached down and rubbed my own clit while she fucked me. She got wet enough that I could hear it when the base of the toy slapped her soaked cunt. She came from the pressure, then kept going until I did too.
By the end of the night the sheets were soaked under us. Nicole lay on her back with her legs spread, letting me lick her one more time while she fingered herself slowly. She tasted even stronger after all the coming, thick and sharp. When she came again it was quieter, just a long sigh and fresh wetness on my tongue.
We didn't talk much after. She walked me to the door, still naked, and said, "Come back if you want more." I did, twice that month. Each time she got wetter faster, knew exactly how to make me drip, and we left the bed a mess every single time. Those nights felt real because they were. No story, just two women fucking until we couldn't move.
