Sapphic Voices Erotica

A Signal For Sex

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

  I remember the first time I saw Shayla~clearly. We were in high school and she was with the "in" crowd. I didn't have the same luck. I used to sit and stare at her perfect heart shaped ass in those tight jeans she always wore...you know, the kind that are stretchy and cling everywhere like they were painted on by an exquisite brush and stroke of hand.

  Sometimes, I would imagine my hands sliding over those perfectly slim thighs. Painting on those perfect jeans with my steady purposeful fingers. Most of the time when I would do that we would be in class and I would inevitably be called upon only to be made the fool.

  Shayla would catch me on occasion gazing at her perfect body and give me a smug look.

  One day though...Shayla surprised me. It started out as an awful day~it was raining and at the time I hated rain...it always made me depressed and irritable. On this rainy day in particular because of my irritation I had snapped at one too many people-the last one of which was a teacher and was sent to the principal.

  As you can imagine, I was not in the best mood as I walked into the bathroom after my principal visit. As I opened the door I could hear someone in one of the stalls and that pissed me off more because I had hoped to have a few moments alone. I walked into a stall and sat down on the toilet. I was just about to light up some "contraband" when I heard it...it was a long, low moan coming from the stall directly next to mine. Not sure of exactly what I heard I stopped short and it happened again only this time higher and more urgent.

  I decided I had to investigate. After all-this person may have been hurt right? I climbed up onto the toilet seat as quickly and quietly as I could and peered over the side. There I saw Shayla-with her shirt pulled up over her tits and her bra pulled down pushing them up higher. She was pinching her right nipple and was sitting on the toilet with one leg up on the toilet paper rack and her left hand buried deep inside her wet shaved pussy pumping furiously.

  Her head was thrown back and she had a determined look of exasperation crossed with ecstasy. At seeing all of this I could not help but let out a moan of my own as I felt a bolt of electricity shoot down my stomach and straight into my panties making them instantly wet.

  Shayla opened her eyes and stopped when she heard me moan and looked up into my dazed eyes. I was surprised to hear the words, "Come here-now!" directed at me coming out of her mouth. Obediently I got down from my perch and opened the door trying to compose myself in an instant when she kicked open her own stall door and said pleadingly, "now come here quick!" Hearing that gave me delicious butterflies in my stomach and I immediately shut the door behind me.

  Alone in the stall I bent down to kiss her full lips parting them with my tongue as she expertly started to suck on it sending shivers of electricity down my spine.

  We moaned again into each others mouths as I started to slide my hands down around her waist.

  Shayla tilted her head back and I kissed and licked my way down between her tits pulling her closer to me as I did so. I worked my way over to her right nipple and immediately started sucking furiously and darting my tongue over and around it pulling it into me. I could taste a layer of her clean sweat clinging to her and it gave me another shiver. Shayla leaned back as I continued my wordless trail down her flat stomach keeping one hand on her nipple pinching it slightly as I felt them harden with my fingertips. As I reached her navel I said to her, "Stand up now," breathlessly and as she obeyed I immediately dove into her wet waiting pussy making her scream out in pleasure.

  Kneeling now in front of her I stopped and looked up at her face. I had to see her expressions as I teased her clit with my thumb making her knees weak and her throat groan. I told her to lift her leg up and put it back on the toilet paper dispenser and lean up against the stall wall for support when she needed it.

  She leaned against it right away as I leaned in and licked her fleshy folds with my hard tongue making her hips undulate.

  She began to run her fingers through my hair and move it aside so she could watch my tongue as her breath seemed to get quicker. As Shayla lifted her leg it spread her perfect pussy open exposing her big wet clit and more of our identical scent. As her scent hit my nose it sent my insides into a frenzy...but I still wanted to take my time with Shayla, after all I had dreamed about this moment for months hadn't I?

  I let my tongue widen and took long, slow ice cream licks along the length of her slit pausing at her hole to dart my tongue in filling it completely with its fullness and moving up to her clit to again pause and lick gingerly around it and over it finally enveloping it in my mouth and sucking as I slowly slid a wiggling finger deep deep inside her.

  Shayla cried out when I did this saying,"Oh God yes, please fuck me faster!"

  I stood up after Shayla said that and unbuttoned my jeans sliding them down over my hips ad placing one of her hands on my soaked panties. She looked at me hesitantly and stammered, "I...I never-" I said, "It's ok Shayla all I want you to do is rub-if anything else happens it will come naturally to you." She nodded and instinctively pressed into my clit making me groan and almost lose my footing. Shayla seemed to like that she had done that to me and she began to rub and press in all the right spots-it was all too much to take...my biggest fantasy coming true!

  Shayla was actually pressing into me, actually rubbing me and, now...actually pulling my panties down to my ankles and darting her tongue over my clit. I could feel my orgasm building as she did this over and over saying to me, "like this? Is this good?" my head was spinning I couldn't talk all I could do was scream out as a flood of euphoria spread over me and explosions riddled me from deep within.

  I didn't mean to cum then-it was not how I had thought of it so many times in my dreams both day and night...but it only seemed to make Shayla hotter as she climbed up and said, "NOW!" and grabbed my head and shoved it onto her clit with my tongue already jutting out to taster her sweet juices. I used my fingers to fuck her furiously again while I sucked, licked, and nibbled on her delicious clit. She was grinding on my face when I felt the first spasms of her orgasm on my fingers so I held them deep inside her wiggling them quickly and savoring every second of the ending of my fantasy.

  As I felt Shayla's spasms dying down I slowly pulled my cum soaked fingers out of her, looked up at her and licked them clean. She started to sit down again but I said, "No-not yet," and parted her lips and slowly deliberately licked the rest of her pussy clean making her gasp each time my tongue whisked away her cream. I pulled her panties up when I was through and said, "There good as new!" She smiled and leaned into me kissing me gently. Shayla said, "I don't hate you-but I do have reputation to uphold...so I hope you don't think this changes anything." I shook my head and told her I didn't expect anything from her although I would like it if it could happen again. She quickly agreed and we decided on a signal. I laughed at the thought-a signal for sex, but I wasn't willing to pass it up.

  The day went on much like any other day, only now Shayla was stealing glances at me with a sly grin on her face.

  The next day we were sitting in our class when Shayla dropped her pencil and looked at me nodding her head. It was our signal and I was instantly wet again thinking of the day before. She walked up to the teacher and asked if she could use the bathroom. The teacher gave her a pass and as she walked out the door I too asked for a pass. The teacher saw no trouble in me going as well because everyone knew we didn't particularly like each other and didn't hang out in the same crowds so I got one too.

  It was the beginning of our daily ritual-sometimes we would switch classes where we asked so as not to raise any suspicion. Outwardly everything remained the same...the only difference is~now I love the rain.

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