I walked into my hotel room and fell straight on my bed. Images flew through my mind - well, mostly one image.
I’d excused myself from dinner a bit early, claiming exhaustion from the intense schedule of the US tour. The concert we’d just done was long, and it was followed by a meet-and-greet filled with countless fans excited to take a picture with the incredible Hatsune Miku, and I really wasn’t hungry so much as just tired.
It was all true. Every word of it. But I had kept a couple cards close to the chest. See, the truth is that I wasn’t just tired. Something had happened at the recent show, while Luka and I were performing together.
Oh, Luka… I tried to clear my head and failed.
I knew what I needed now. Not just wanted, but needed.
I stuck my hand up my skirt and tugged my panties down to my knees, wasting no time in pressing my middle finger against my clit, palm-down, and beginning to ru-
I heard a click as the hotel door unlocked. In a moment of panic I grabbed the nearest blanket and flung it over myself just in time for the one outside to enter.
“H-hello, Luka,” I said while awkwardly shuffling beneath the blanket to pull my panties back up.
Luka was gorgeous. I’d always wondered why I was the most popular Vocaloid when Luka was there alongside me. Her light pink, waist-length hair was lovely as always, even prettier when freed from the headband and microphone she wore for concerts. Her thigh-high stockings and boots, the tight zipped-up top that bared her arms and navel and hugged the contours of her breasts, and of course the slit skirt. I’d say it was a danger to wear if that weren’t hypocritical with my own short skirts.
Even though -
Ugh. Dammit.
“Hello, Miku,” said Luka. Her quiet, calming voice settled my nerves in one sense, and excited them in a different one. “I just wanted to make sure you are all right.”
“I’m okay,” I said. I told myself that that was the case - I’d made it through the concert, I’d made it through the meet and greet, I could make it a few minutes longer through this conversation until either she left or I excused myself to the bathroom to handle it there.
“You don’t sound okay.” Luka kneeled by my bed. “Is something wrong? You can talk to me. Or if you need me to go, just say so.”
The response was obvious. I just needed some time alone, or I needed a shower. Something to get her to leave. It’s not like I didn’t like Luka, or didn’t trust her, or didn’t consider her a friend, or anything like that. But I didn’t want to open up. Not now. Not about this. I opened my mouth to tell her so.
“Don’t go. Stay.”
I froze in place, shocked by my own words. Maybe I wasn’t as well as I thought.
“Come on.” I threw the blanket off me, thankfully properly dressed again (though my panties were a little awkwardly bunched up in the side due to my rushing), and patted the bed next to me. “Take your boots off. We’ll be here a while.”
Luka tugged off her boots and sat down next to me. Her skirt shifted, showing another bit of thigh. I forced myself to look away and instead look into Luka’s deep blue eyes.
“Talk when you’re ready,” she said.
I took a deep breath. “It’s our first time performing live in the States. We were all so excited, and I was especially. A whole new excited crowd, right?”
Luka nodded. “I remember you being so giddy when we got on the plane. Hasn’t it been a wonderful experience?”
“No!” I shouted.
I cursed myself for screaming in Luka’s face. I expected her to flinch or pull back, but while her gentle smile turned to a look of concern, she stayed right where she was. “What about the tour has been troubling you?”
“It’s all about me.”
Luka cocked her head to the side. “Pardon?”
“Miku, Miku, Miku! In Japan, we all have a role in the spotlight. But here, they barely know the rest of you. Fans don’t know Len and Rin, or Meiko, or you - they just want me.” I gave a sad smile through the tear beginning to well up in my eye. “I know it’s awful and selfish, but I thought it would be nice. To be even more in the spotlight than usual.” I looked toward the edge of the bed, too scared to know what Luka’s face would reveal at this moment. I know I’m the most famous of us, and I really thought it would be fun to be really the center of attention. And it was, at first."
The room went silent, save for my shuddering breaths.
“But…?” asked Luka.
“But then I realized what it really meant.” I let out a forced chuckle. “The shows are so long, and I’m at the center of every single one! I don’t get an opportunity to step back and do backup vocals, or a moment I’m off the stage to sit down and rest my legs. Back in Japan, if I’m tired from overtouring management can adjust things, let Len and Rin sing a few extra or do a special cover of one of mine. Here, though, people only want to see me! I have to do so many songs, so many difficult dances, over and over and over and over and over… And then the meet and greets… so many people… and this country is so damn big!” I hit the bed with my fist in frustration. “I’m sorry. I know I sound like a petulant child right now. I know that you all do get some songs. But… but…”
I still couldn’t bear to look Luka in the eye, instead staring at my legs, but I could still tell she was smiling. “You don’t sound like a child, Miku. You sound overwhelmed and stressed.” Her voice, so smooth, so calm… How would it feel to hear her whisper in my ear as she -
I nodded. “Yeah. Stressed. I could do this for a week or two, but there’s so many cities, so many shows…” My hand clenched around my skirt. “And I can’t let it show. At each one, I need to be just as excited, just as happy to see the fans, just as eager for photos as the very first one. So I came up here to… to relax.”
Relax. That’s one word for it.
I stared at the bed for five, ten seconds. That was the most I could say about it all.
“I’m sorry, Miku. You are carrying so much on your shoulders…” I felt her arms wrap around me.
Her breasts pressed into me. I felt them through her outfit, so soft against my chest.
My clit throbbed and I let out a pained groan.
“Miku! I’m sorry. Are you all right?” Luka pulled back.
I looked to her downcast, guilt-ridden face. “It wasn’t the hug,” I lied. “I’m just a little… Just a little sore. It’s… I’m…”
Luka shifted a little. Her top rode up the smallest amount.
“I…”
She leaned in. The barest hint of additional leg showed. I clenched my thighs together in response to the increasingly desperate ache.
“I…”
Fuck. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’m fucking horny!” I cried. “I’m so stressed and exhausted and my body is begging for release. For something, anything! My clit is throbbing.” I hadn’t even realized until I’d said that, that at some point I had grabbed my crotch through my skirt. I let go, though not without a whimper. “I’ve been wet for days. Every time a cute guy even vaguely walks in my direction I start drooling. My body’s been screaming at me for release. I need it, I need it, I need it!” With each call of ‘need’, I slammed my hand into the bed. “That’s the real reason I came up here.”
It took a few seconds to catch my breath after my outburst. I felt tears running down my face.
I’m so horny that I cried over needing sex? Really? So humiliating.
“I understand the feeling. It is like a thirst when there is no water around - or where there is water, but you cannot drink it.”
Leave it to Luka, though, to somehow understand.
“Your body is telling you what it needs, but you cannot satisfy it. Each time a cute guy walks by, the ache gets worse…”
I looked into Luka’s eyes once more. Her smile hadn’t wavered. She really was a wonderful person. Too wonderful to admit the whole truth to - that it wasn’t a guy I was thinking of now.
My mind flew. To the stage. To an exhausted routine where I almost tripped.
To the briefest glimpse of silky thighs and black panties.
“So when will your partner arrive?”
To a - wait. “Huh?”
“I asked when your partner will get here. Surely you called someone here to join you and give you your well-deserved relief. You must have come early, though, since nobody else is here.” Her grin turned mischevious. “You don’t have to tell me whom… But I promise I won’t tell.”
My signature color may have been electric blue, but there’s no way I looked like anything other than beet red when the question fully sunk in. “I didn’t… I haven’t…”
My mouth moved but no words came out. Eventually, I was able to choke out, “N-nobody. I…” Deep breaths, girl. Deep breaths. “I wasn’t planning on giving anyone my virginity tonight.”
Luka cocked her head to one side. “Truly? Then you came here just to spend some time alone and h…” She trailed off. “Did you say… your virginity?” I looked up to see I had finally broken Luka’s composure. Her eyes were wide, her mouth quivering. “You mean… you’ve never?”
I shook my head.
Luka looked at me like I’d proclaimed something utterly horrific. Perhaps, to her, I had. “To have never felt the pleasure of a warm body against yours in the throes of passion… Have you at least engaged in heavy petting while clothed?”
I shook my head.
“Have you had a bath with someone else?”
I shook my head.
“Have you done anything?” Luka’s voice voice quavered.
“I, umm, I kissed Len and Rin each once. O-on a dare.” We’d agreed not to tell anyone, but too much had gone awry this night to worry about that at this point.
“Oh, Miku, you poor thing…” Luka opened her arms wide and gestured for me to come closer.
I couldn’t help myself - I pressed my body against hers, resting my head against Luka’s bare shoulder.
She wrapped me in her arms. I felt a hand run through my right twintail. “I was certain it had been a month or two at most, but to truly have never experienced the wonders of sex…” Luka sounded as though she was on the verge of tears. “No wonder your body is aching so. You might as well be starving yourself… And when you’re so stressed by the tours as well. I can’t even imagine the torture.”
I couldn’t tell her how much the hug was turning me on right now. I could feel my panties getting wet. I loved the way her fingers felt as she ran them through my hair, but with each stroke, my pussy felt increasingly hot, demanding she put her hand to a different use. It was all I could do to not buck my hips against her and begin grinding against her thigh. It was wonderful, and it was agony.
But she couldn’t know.
It got even worse when Luka whispered into my ear. “I have an idea. Something that will help you.”
The mere idea of Luka whispering to me like this made the position all but unbearable. With my head against her shoulder, I couldn’t do much more than let out a mrph, but Luka correctly understood it as assent.
“You were thinking of one of us on tour today. Am I correct?”
I nodded, too embarrassed to pull my face away from Luka’s shoulder to speak.
“In that case… I have a secret. Management provides the boys with condoms.” Luka giggled. “They know the boys all enjoy lovemaking. Especially Kaito.”
On most days, I would have merely blushed and squirmed at the news. This time, though, my brain seemed to short out.
I’d realized by this point that Luka put her body to good use, what with the way she spoke so highly of sex, but I’d never expected her to admit so bluntly that she’d been sleeping with the other Vocaloids. The images that floated through my mind of Luka and Kaito…
With each passing word, my arousal grew. I clenched my thighs together.
“So here’s what I recommend. You tell me which of the guys you want. I’ll go downstairs and find them, and tell them to bring a condom and come to your room. I promise you they’ll be overjoyed to spend a night of passion with you. You’ll feel so much better. I promise.”
How could I ever respond? Could I tell her no? If I did, she’d have to ask why, and then she’d try to convince me about how wonderful a night would be, and she’d be right, but - oh, dammit dammit dammit!
I couldn’t do it.
I had to do it.
I had no choice.
I lifted my head off her shoulder and pulled myself back from Luka’s embrace. “I was thinking of you,” I muttered, so quietly I couldn’t even hear myself.
Luka glanced at me. “Pardo-”
“I was thinking of you!” I threw myself back, blinking back tears of sexual frustration. “During the show today when we did a song together. I tripped and fell but worked that into a move - but during that when I was on the ground I saw up your skirt and I know it wasn’t much and I only saw them for a split second but I saw your thighs and your panties and they were so gorgeous and I know I shouldn’t have looked but I -”
“Miku…”
“-looked anyway and I haven’t been able to get them out of my head since and it’s so weird because I thought I wasn’t even into girls and I only kissed Rin because they dared me to kiss both of them but you’re so beautiful and sexy and my panties are damp and I had to come up here to touch myself thinking of you and -”
“Miku.”
“-I know it’s wrong and it makes no sense anyway because we’ve done beach shoots before where you were wearing less but this was different somehow and I could feel your boobs when you hugged me and I’m just so horny and I know you weren’t trying to turn me on now but I couldn’t help it and -”
“Miku!”
Finally, her words broke through to me. I closed my mouth, wiped my eyes on the blanket, and looked back…
“You don’t have to justify yourself to me,” said Luka. Her smile had returned. “Not thinking of me, and not touching yourself to me. In fact, I’m honored you think I’m… What did you say? So beautiful and sexy.”
I sat there, eyes wide. My heart beat faster than when I’d finished a long, complicated set. And yet I couldn’t take my eyes off Luka.
She’d… she didn’t hate me. She wasn’t disgusted. She was happy I’d come up here wanting to finger myself silly with her in mind.
“So, I think we have two options right now.”
Oh, how I could lose myself in that calm, soothing voice… I did my best to focus on the words rather than merely the sounds.
“The first is that I step out and give you some alone time. You engage in some self-love like you planned, and I get to return to my bed knowing you’re thinking of me.”
My throat felt dry even though I was drooling. “Wh-what’s the second?”
“The second option?” Luka adjusted her skirt, holding it to the side with her left hand until the slit faced me and the cloth hid nothing. “This is what you wanted to see?”
My blood froze and ran hotter at the same instant.
Her legs were slender, creamy-looking, and beautifully proportioned. Her stockings reached up to her lower thigh, beautifully complementing her pale skin. My eyes, though, were drawn to what was still covered. Luka wore plain, black panties - they matched the outfit and were no less covering than a bathing suit, but they were different, somehow. More scandalous. I could see, or at least I may have tricked myself into thinking I could see, the faint outline of her pussy lips. As I stared, I realized that, if I looked closely, I could just barely make out a few strands of pink hair peeking out from the side.
And yet, the most wonderful part was still Luka’s gentle smile, and the confidence and comfort she exuded.
“Shh. Relax.” She let out a cute giggle. “You don’t need to rub yourself against the bed. Yet, anyway.”
My face went even redder. I hadn’t even realized I was doing it. I felt awkward as I sat up and pulled the pillow off my crotch.
“Are you enjoying the sight?”
I nodded, panting like a dog.
Luka ran a hand along her thigh, up to her panties.
“The second option is that I stay. And tonight, while we’re in this room, I belong to you.” Luka’s voice began to take on a sultry tone as she scooted along the bed closer to me. “I show you the wonders of lovemaking and satisfy you any way you wish.” She was close enough I could reach out and touch her. “You tell me what you’d like from me, and then I do it. Anything you want.” Her smile looked innocent, unlike her words. “Nothing is off the table. I’m here for you tonight. How does that so-”
She gasped and twitched. “Ooh. I think you’ve made up your mind, then?”
It took me a moment to realize what she meant. Without even realizing it, I’d put my hand on Luka’s inner thigh and began to rub it, tantalizingly close to her panties.
She was right, of course. Her two options had never been a choice anyway.
“Kiss me.”
Luka ran her tongue along her lips. “With pleasure.”
As Luka let go of her skirt with her hand, it felt back into place. I felt a pang of disappointment when her panties fell out of view, but all that was made up for when she put her left arm around my back, rested her right hand on the back of my head, and pressed her lips against mine.
It was my third kiss, but the other two were just pecks on the lips. This was a full-blown kiss. I felt the softness of her mouth against my lips, heard her gentle moans, hugged her as tightly as I could… Her tongue boldly explored my mouth as soon as I opened my lips wide enough to give it entrance. It was a wonderful feeling.
I felt better already. It wasn’t like I was less horny - if anything, my clit ached even more - but knowing Luka was all right with it changed things somehow. She’d validated me. She’d told me that it was okay to feel this way. She’d promised she would join me in passion and lovemaking.
Knowing I was being heard, that my stress had a solution, made it feel better even beforehand. I was listened to.
Of course, how my hand was toying with her panties didn’t hurt. I pressed my hand between her thighs. I felt her pussy lips through the fabric, and the hair just above. I wanted more. I needed to see.
I pulled back from the kiss. “Undress me. And let me undress you.” I dimly noticed a change in my voice from nervous to outright lustful.
Luka gave me a wonderful smile and a nod. She opened her mouth, presumably to ask who would be the first, only for me to waste no time removing the pins from her top.
I put one hand against her bare lower stomach. Her abs were flat, but there was still just a bit of smoothness, a hint of soft skin and curves.
I took the zipper at the bottom of her vest and pulled it up, revealing inch by inch more of Luka’s beautiful form. Beneath it, Luka wore nothing more than a black bra, with thin straps and cups that barely held in Luka’s ample chest. It tied off in the front, just between her breasts.
My hands shook as I reached for the straps on her shoulders. I tugged them down, then reached behind Luka. My fingers slipped two, three times. My breathing grew shallow and rapid.
But at last, the bra unclipped. I tugged it away, and was presented with Luka, naked from the waist up.
Luka’s clothing was always revealing. Really, there wasn’t much that I hadn’t already seen. I knew she was beautiful with her slender curves and pristine skin. I shouldn’t have been surprised.
But I was. When I saw her breasts, perfectly sized for a gentle squeeze, with pale nipples and small areaolae, I couldn’t help but stare. I wanted to kiss those nipples, to feel their warmth against my face, to press her wonderful body into me… but I could hardly move.
I stared so long that I didn’t even notice at first Luka’s hands against my front, pulling my signature blue tie off and unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my blue tank top undershirt. I looked down at myself to see she’d already pulled off my shoes, while I’d been so distracted by her gorgeous toplessness.
Her hands felt lovely against my skin, but I couldn’t help but feel a moment of profound nervousness. What if she didn’t think I was pretty? My breasts were so much smaller than hers. I didn’t compare, not to such beauty as hers. I silently lifted my arms so she could pull my tank top off and closed my eyes, waiting for her judgement.
As the fabric left me, I felt my nipples harden. Whether from fear or simply feeling cold, I couldn’t tell.
“Your breasts are so beautiful, Miku.” I cracked open my eyes to see Luka leaning in towards me. My eyes felt glued to her breasts. “So lovely and small… May I?”
I wasn’t certain what she was asking to do, but I nodded anyway.
Luka reached out a hand and gently grasped my left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.
I shivered. It’s not like I’d never touched my own boobs like that before, of course - I often handled them while masturbating - but it felt different, being someone else’s hand. Especially when that someone else was an equally topless woman, and even more so when that woman was as lovely as Luka. I couldn’t believe she enjoyed them so much, when they were barely mosquito-bite boobs in comparison to her wondrous chest…
Her hand was warm, and so very soft. She gently kneaded the fingers into the soft tissue of each of my breasts with one, then both hands, somehow knowing just how to squeeze to send pleasure all throughout my body.
Well, almost my whole body. My pussy wasn’t satisfied. I wanted more than foreplay, more than a breast massage. I needed her. I needed her naked body against my naked body, I needed pressure between my legs, I needed more.
I could hardly move, though. All I could do was gasp out a word.
“N-need more.”
Luka halted, her smile widening. “You want me to continue undressing you?”
How could I be brought so low by this? Was I really this horny? I knew I needed sex, but to be rendered almost unable to move like this.
I closed my eyes for a moment. It was all in the mind. I could control myself enough to move, to tell Luka what I wanted. I could do it. I could do it.
My eyes opened. With some effort, I leaned forward and ran my hand through the slit of Luka’s skirt. After fumbling with the clasp that held it together, I managed tug it off her side, leaving Luka in just her thigh-high black stockings and matching panties.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, couldn’t go slow. Even one more second without getting to see Luka’s pussy seemed like utter torment. So of course I yanked them down to her knees.
The hair between Luka’s legs perfectly matched that on her head in its bright pink color. She’d carefully trimmed it so that the shape was a gorgeous triangle. The hair curled thickly, looking so lush and full. If I looked closely, I could just barely make out the cleft of her tight labia through the hair. She looked so… so magnetizing. I felt an inexorable pull toward her body, one that I simply could not resist, no matter how hard I tried.
What else could I do but throw my body on top of her and start rubbing myself against her?
“Ssh. Ssh. Relax.”
With a whimper, I slowed, then stopped as Luka slid her panties down to her toes. I was impressed - she managed it just by shifting her thighs. “I know you’re excited, but I promise you, it will feel better if you undress first. Flesh against flesh is better than flesh against cloth…”
“Didn’t you say it was my night, and we can do whatever I wanted?”
When Luka lowered her head to me in deference, it made her hair spill out over her breasts in a way I found immensely attractive. “I did, yes, but I also have experience that you lack. Nevertheless, if you wish to continue with your skirt and panties on…”
I shook my head, nearly overwhelmed by impatience but knowing she was right. “No… Take them off for me. Please.”
My skirt was so short that it basically hid nothing, but Luka tugged it off my legs anyway along with my sopping panties. Unlike when I stripped her, she went slowly. I felt an electric tingle as she brushed her hands along the insides of my legs.
When my skirt and panties were pulled off my feet, Luka inspected her handiwork. “Oh, my, Miku. You’re such a beauty.” Gently, she pushed me down onto the bed and lay on top of me, giving me a long, passionate kiss.
The beauty of the way it felt to have our breasts pushed against each other, the rubbing of my nipples against her soft, pillowy flesh, couldn’t be overstated. I wrapped my arms around Luka to keep her closer and enjoyed the way her hair felt as it brushed against my shoulder.
When I felt her hand run along my side and over my thigh before slipping under both of us and between my legs, and her fingers begin to massage the top of my pussy lips, I wasted no time opening my legs further.
I gasped, eyes wide, and pulled away from the kiss when her finger brushed against my clit. Luka breathed deeply and looked straight at me.
I wanted to take this moment and bottle it up, replay it whenever I wanted. The feel of her body on top of mine, the loving look in her eyes, the gentle pressure of her hand just between my thighs…
“Are you enjoying yourself?” asked Luka. “Do you feel less stressed?”
I knew what I should say. That I felt wonderful, and her kiss was amazing, and I was feeling so much better already. It was all true. But those weren’t the words that exited my mouth.
“I want more.”
Luka chuckled, making her breasts shake in a way that left me drooling. “Of course you do. You haven’t even had an orgasm yet.” She licked her lips. “I must say, Miku, I love the hair between your legs. So blue, just like the hair on your head. It matches you quite nicely.”
I blushed. Despite it all, it still felt just a little bit strange to be naked in front of someone else. I hadn’t exposed myself to someone like this since I was a little child. But to know I was being appreciated, that someone saw my natural, full body, always there but hidden behind layers of clothing, and loved it… it felt validating, somehow. To know that I was desired. Hungered for.
Of course, that isn’t quite what she said, but I could see it in her eyes. I wasn’t the only one horny and in need tonight in the end.
“Would you like me to pleasure you with my fingers or with my tongue?”
My breath caught in my throat. I wanted her hands. No, her lips! Both! Just the feeling of her body! Everything! I…
I felt a tear creep down my cheek.
It made no sense, but somehow, being presented with that impossible choice broke me, just a little.
“Y-y-you decide.”
Luka leaned in to kiss my neck. “I’ll do a little bit of both, then.”
When she scooted back, I felt an odd disappointment that I couldn’t see her anymore, but decided to close my eyes. When she put her hands against my thighs and gently pressed them apart, I let her push them.
I felt the warmth of air against my pussy. Luka had leaned in, a -
Her lips pressed against my labia. She kissed me, every bit as loving and passionate as a kiss on my upper lips. My hands gripped the sheets as I squirmed, tears beginning to form in my eyes.
Luka’s kiss ended with a gentle lick to my clitoris. I bucked my hips.
A bit of shifting on cloth reached my ears, before I felt the touch of a finger separating my pussy lips.
“I’ll be gentle, but this might feel a bit tight at first. Are you ready?”
I opened my eyes to see Luka between my legs, her index finger massaging my labia. She stared intently at my pussy, but glanced up for a moment when I nodded.
“Just relax,” she whispered, and slowly inserted her finger inside of me.
I shuddered uncontrollably. The walls of my pussy enclosed on her, sending shivers of pleasure across my whole body. I felt as though I couldn’t move, but bucked against her hand regardless.
I thought I couldn’t possibly handle a greater pleasure than this. In a sense, I was right. As Luka inserted a second finger and brushed against my clit with her thumb, I simply couldn’t hold back the force of my orgasm.
Every muscle in my body tensed and relaxed at once as wave after wave of sheer sensation flowed through me. My hands held the sheets so tightly they began to cramp, but my pussy - hell, my entire body - felt so good that I barely even registered the pain.
I’ll admit it: I screamed, just a bit.
Luka continued to pleasure me through it, gently moving her fingers in and out of my pussy, but she left off my clit while the orgasm rocked me. A good thing, too, since I was so sensitive at that moment even the lightest touch to my clit would have felt almost painful.
When at last my body relaxed, I found I could hardly move. “S-stop,” I whispered. “I need a moment.”
I felt empty when Luka’s fingers were no longer inside me, but I knew it was necessary. I’d never come this strongly before, not even close. Not even the first time, when I’d first noticed rubbing myself against the doorpost of my bed gave me a weird tingly feeling, came close.
“You truly have been backed up…” I could hear Luka’s smile through her voice. “You’ll be able to move again in a minute or two. Let me know when you’re ready to continue.”
“I…”
“Or if you’re done for the night, that is fine too.”
“I’m not done. I want to feel your body as you come.”
I stretched as feeling began to return to my limbs. A bout of dizziness struck me, for just a moment, as I became filled once more with life. I flipped myself onto my stomach and gazed at Luka, now partly covered in my juices.
My gaze was attracted to her pussy. Her labia were small, but slightly engorged by arousal.
I wanted to kiss them, touch them, taste them.
“I want to eat you out.”
Luka licked her lips. “I’d love that,” she said, leaning back.
I managed to sit up, although I still felt a little weak. Placing my hands against Luka’s thighs, I pushed her legs apart to see her pussy head-on.
The way Luka’s bush curled above her skin was gorgeous. Her tight labia looked so inviting.
Unfortunately, I had no idea what I was doing. Luka’s experience enabled her to give me some wonderful pleasure, but reciprocating wasn’t something I knew how to do.
So I just winged it and started licking at the lips and clit before me, with no particular mind to doing it “well”.
Luka’s eager moaning spurred me on. When her hands began running through my hair and massaging my scalp, I continued even more fervently. I couldn’t quite place the taste of her pussy - it was a bit sweet, but not quite like anything I’d ever had before.
With each twitch I felt from her inner lips, or her legs, I felt a drive to continue. It was surprisingly exhausting to keep up, though, and I found myself out of breath before long.
I turned my attention to Luka’s clit just as her legs tightened and she pressed her hands against the back of my head. She was close, I could tell, so I forewent another breath to continue licking he-
Her thighs clenched around me as more juices flowed from Luka’s pussy. She didn’t scream like I did - as in all things, Luka was all elegance, giving a gentle satisfied sigh as she orgasmed.
At that, I had to catch my breath. I wiped my face against the sheet to clear some of Luka’s juices, licked up what was left on my lips, and collapsed onto her chest.
Her gentle heartbeat relaxed me as I lay with my head between her soft breasts. A hand caressed my bare back.
We lay there, each naked save for our stockings, in post-coital bliss. The stress of the concerts, the agony of doing such long shows… it was all gone. Luka’s lovemaking released everything I had been holding. I felt loose and relaxed and satisfied and happy.
“How are you feeling?”
I felt the vibrations of her chest against my cheek as she spoke. I responded by moaning and nuzzling into her breast.
“Are you doing better?”
I nodded, eyes closed.
“I’m glad.”
I wanted to ask if we could do this again, if she’d be willing to give me another night if I was stressed again, but I didn’t want to disrupt the silence. I could always ask tomorrow…
So instead, I simply nestled further into her body, listened as our breathing grew more regular, and drifted off to a deep, restful slumber.