Walking down the streets of Dallas, trying not to look like a new dyke in town, who just came from Frisco specifically to get laid. Just broke up with the only other dyke in Frisco, so when a job opportunity in Dallas showed up, there was no way it was getting rejected. It’s not easy to find a cute chick who might like a black-haired, tall, brown girl from Frisco. Wandering in bars, backstreets after an 11-5 job is the routine. Sometimes a cute girl might pass by, if you’re lucky she might smile, but then will ignore you and will be on her way. People in Texas will tell you that Dallas has the most beautiful women in the world. Well, they are certainly not wrong.
It’s Spring time, contrary to the weather, – lots of skin is around you. Campus chicks, in their tight blue jeans and crop tops wandering around here and there in cafes and bookshops, not caring about the cold weather. You have your sweatshirt in the bag, but just for the sake of finding that cute chick, you are determined not to wear it.
It’s been weeks now in Dallas. Losing hope was not an option. One fine night you were walking along the street after dinner and a cute girl was walking towards you. She smiled. Your heart skipped a bit. You smiled back. She stopped. Looked at you, your heart was thumping faster. Well, and to your disappointment, she asked you time and was on her way. This was the only close encounter you had with a stranger since you entered Dallas. Huh, days are passing by and you are thinking to yourself where the fuck women in this town go to get laid.
Walking past the man selling flowers, you stop outside a bookstore, looking through the glass at the new arrivals list. Thoughts racing around in mind, shall I move to New York, join some dyke club you keep hearing about and try your luck. You see the man at the counter looking at you staring through the glass. He calls a girl; the one working there obviously; maybe he ordered her to ask you to leave. Well, yeah that girl is coming to the door. White t-shirt, breasts of the size of softballs being outlined because of her tight t-shirt. Hairs tied in a bun, long neck, a beauty. Yes, that’s the girl who is now gonna ask you to leave. She keeps looking at you as she walks to the door. Maybe she caught me staring at her body, maybe not. She opens the door. You brace yourself. She says, “Hey I get off from here at 6, wanna buy me a coffee?”. “Sure”, you reply with your eyes widened than normal. She smiles and asks you to just wait for her at the coffee shop two blocks away as her boss is not happy with you standing staring through the glass. Completely blown away with what has happened a few seconds back, you keep walking to the coffee shop. There she comes after 15 minutes.
You, sitting in front of her thinking what she’s thinking about you. “I hope she’s not considering me a babygirl with no clue”, “Is my earring visible or my hairs are covering it?”, many thoughts racing in your mind at once. You forget her name in only a few minutes because of your cluttered mind, but you just keep smiling hoping this will end well. After coffee, you and her walk along the road talking some random things. about your new town experiences and all. She is just humming at what you say but you just keep going on. Yeah, now you are talking about your last break up and how it ended and all. Suddenly she pulled you on a doorway, “Now is not the time”, she whispers as she starts kissing you, pulling your hand along her waist. Your left hand moved over the doorknob and you feel a key already inserted in it. It’s her apartment! She opens the door, not breaking the kiss, kicking her heel against the door as her hands are too busy tracing your skin. She is pressing you against the wall on the stairway, as her hands are all over you, inside your t-shirt, over your belly. You both reach the door of her room finally, as we enter, she breaks from the kiss for a moment, turns the lights on, takes some candles out from the top shelf and lights them on, and again turns the lights off. She turns around and smiles at you. Her room is full of flowers and incense. There are candles and statues along the bed. She takes off your t-shirt and bra and clamps her lips around your nipples. You break her for a moment, pulling her face closer to your lips,
“I hate to ask this right now, but what’s your name?”, well she might throw you out right now, you think to yourself. “Aphrodite”, she answers smilingly. “Aphrodite is a Goddess you know, worship me”, she says in a seductive tone.
You have never been with a Goddess, but you clearly know how to handle this situation. You quickly take your clothes off, pulling her closer to you. Before she utters a word, your lips start moving over her beautiful skin. You start kissing her toes, then her calves, inner thighs. Spreading her legs more, you pull her closer. You start sucking over her clit, then her bellybutton, moving up to her softballs. Your tongue circling her nipples, getting down again to her hands, licking her fingers. Ah, your lips moving over every inch of her skin until your mouth is dry and her wet skin burns in the light of those candles. You worship her hand, kissing her palms, licking her fingers as you slide a finger inside her cunt. Thrusting it in and out until it’s dripping wet. Looking in her eyes, you take it out and suck your fingers dry, tasting her juices. She is breathing heavily as she looks at you, biting her lip, she whispers, “More”. You spread her legs and pulls her closer by grabbing her thighs. You move your head between her legs, sucking over her clit, tongue exploring her folds as she is writhing under you. Your twisted middle and index fingers are thrusting in and out of her. Her moans are soft but her body is speaking louder. You feel her body getting almost there, on the edge, but you are not able to do it. You can feel her getting closer to it, but you can’t just make her reach there. You move your head over her stomach kissing her belly button. She looks at you, you look at her with puppy eyes, might cry if she allows, “it’s okay”, she whispers.
You look at her, sweaty, bathing in the candlelight, caressing your face. She’s trying to let it go. But you know, you can do better, and the inspiration arrives. Your hands slide around her stomach to breasts pushing her on her back again. Your mouth clamps around her salty mound again. As your tongue caresses her wet nubbin, her soft moans begin to get louder. Yet again, the climb towards the edge starts. Your hands wander around and you grab a candle. You can’t see it as your eyes are closed in between her legs, but you can feel the hardness of the wax, it’s shape in your hand. You wave the candle in the air to put it off and wait for some seconds to cool it down, while your tongue penetrates every crevice, licking every inch it can reach. Ah, and when Aphrodite’s on the edge, I push the candle inside her, deeper. She lets out a louder moan, her nails digging in my shoulders, neck arched back. You start thrusting it in and out faster, until finally, her hips convulse, toes twirl, she freezes still for some time and relaxes as she pulls you closer in her arms. Ah and in what not ways you two young dykes make love throughout the remaining night.
A few hours pass and you curl in each other’s arms, you realize that you still left the candle in there, and takes out smiling which is surprisingly still in one piece. As you take it out, you realize it’s not a candle, but rather a statue, which looks like a statue of some old Greek Goddess. Your eyes fill with fear, thinking you might have committed some sort of sin. Aphrodite sees the fear in your eyes and laughs, she tells me she is not a religious person, absolutely not Greek. Her family is catholic and she turned atheist long back. She keeps those statues around as she got them for free from the bookstore and they turn the chicks on. You smile and rest your head on her shoulder. She tells you that even her real name is not Aphrodite and she tells her real name to only those lovers of her who stay there till breakfast. Well after being embarrassed and slightly amused, you tell her with a smile that you can manage to stay that long.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ju05un/aphrodite_lesbian
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