Wake Me Up, (MouseNoises & Remy)

[Princess-In-Silk-Chains]

The little readjustment to her clouded spectacles, the lustful urgency in her vocal cords, and as she helped to begin and partially-disrobe.

fuck.

The need in her face. It was so endearing and hot and sweet and, ah, everything was fuzzy, the whole word around them felt as though it were melting away, that 'pocket-dimension' feeling returning stronger than ever. It was just the two of them now. No judgements from either to be given. Just a drive towards experiencing each other.
The face Sam made, she wished she could take a picture so she could look at it whenever she wanted, keep it under her pillow and look at it before drifting to sleep, though, she doubted the sight of even so much as a memento would stop her from feeling these same lascivious inclinations, so, maybe not a great help for sleep.

Something about that sort of look always worked on Alyssa, and it was certainly a bit comforting to not be the only one so vulnerable between them now, even though she was the one on her knees, she also felt the power exchange had shifted, somehow in the lead from down there. Anticipation as she rather confidently stared up into her soon-to-be-lover's face, hints of bashfulness, of longing.

Her thighs squeezed and, ignited by her own burning, she reached her right hand to her own lips, a bit of her inhibitions once more diluted by carnality and weed, not feeling bashful as she opened her mouth and slipped her middle and ring finger in to the knuckle just before the last one, then sucked down, dragging the digits out, having dispersed what she deemed as enough of her own saliva upon them, though the blot at the near-amazonian's garment hinted perhaps that wasn't needed, but, as far as she was concerned, extra slickness never hurt, and then, not being able to wait any longer than the sinewy one before her, Alyssa's left hand yanked down that gray and black garment, along with the sweats, pulling them to the knee, in case they needed to be pulled back up in a hurry, and as though she had a map, her soppy digits found two petals, spread them apart, and then slipped both in down to the first knuckle, playing in the shallows of Sam's little pool.
Her eyes finally closed, and her tongue lulled out fully, burying her face at the point of those sculpted hips, nose burying against that modest bush, and once more, like a magnetic pull, her tongue found that little nub of nerves and pleasure and she simply pressed down on it, letting her tongue memorize it's outline, completely covering it with her mouth-muscle, giving the brunette a brief moment to get used to the sensation before her fingers puuuuushed further, naturally curling, searching for that extra bit of stimulation.

Then, once she had completely disappeared her fingers, submerged in this warm lubed tunnel, her tongue began it's work, and it began to circle.

Swirl, swirl, swiiiiiirl.

Outlining the bump as though she were going to have to draw it at some point by memory.

After the 7th circling her fingers began to gradual draaaaag their way back out of her little canal, fingertips wiggling over the segments of the walls, and then, when it was just the points, they dove back in, a bit faster, the wet 'bap' of the invasion a bit noisier in the night air, and then again, pulling, wriggling, oooout, and then BackIn with heightened speed.

As the finger thrusting began to pick up pace, the little 'bap' noises turning into a consisting drumming, Alyssa found it time to sink down further, lips landing all around her clit, pulling it into her mouth, and giving a deep 'slurrrp' from the back of her throat, pulling and tugging as though on a tiny tasty gumdrop.

 

[MouseNoises]

Samantha watched on with a certain amount of palpable arousal, it was clear on her face, she was surprised. With everything she'd grown to know about her new lover-to-be, she seemed like a very wholesome girl, very. . . sweet and warm, it was a juxtaposition she didn't entirely know how to reconcile any other way than groaning "Fuh'ck. . ." Her insides trembled, she felt herself churning inside in the most desperate of ways, the need to be touched overcoming her entirely as knuckles passed plump, kissable lips. As it retreated Sam reached over her body and pushed back her curly, mostly limp hair, still damp from washing earlier but regaining some of its natural shape.

Panties yanked down Sam hulked over Alyssa, watching her in their little secret world atop the streets of their city. It was hardly hidden, anyone through the alley might have seen but at this hour it was unlikely and if they kept just quiet enough -- "Hnnngsth!" the whine escaped her in earnest, at first touch she bellowed out of her belly - "S-sorry," not meaning to get quite so loud from such a little gesture. . . but still, this moment was beyond typical, she could have melted in her stance right there, flipping giant tires or running through a mud track had nothing on a Tango with Alyssa. Spread and then inside of her entrance the fingers made short work of her defenses but that wasn't what really got her going.

The hand that had pierced the tangle of her damp hair was soon on her lips, the other resting gently on Alyssa's crown. She bit her finger to stifle any moans as the hot-hot-heat of a wet mouth on her hood tried to force out more than just a warbling moan. It seemed Sam was quite sensitive, at least to Alyssa's touch, maybe in general but judging by her hysterics - Alyssa was touching all the right places in her journey for purchase.

Expert tongue and precious lips peeled back her hood and started working at her pearl, all the while Samantha's shelf climbed and depressed with each breath, "Ou'f-fuck, fuck-fuck-fuck. . ." Alyssa's muscular partner carried on, that hand she'd been chewing on now pinching and groping at her bust though the other remained tangled up in Alyssa's hair keeping her clooose, not that she was going anywhere.

"Ooou, y'ah," Sam was tight, her insides compressed, spasm a plenty on the fingers inside. It had been a while since. . . well, she was generally more akin to external pleasure, certainly when it came to servicing herself. It wasn't to say it hurt but there was an extra amount of friction to the act, a certain amount of resistance that made it all the more weakening. "Y'ah, js. . . just like tha'. . ." she could hear it in her ears, the steady patting of knuckles against her, feel it too, she could hear the wet, sloppy sounds and coo's of Alyssa's tongue and lips. . . "Mmmng," it made her wilt, made her weak.

-to think, Samantha though Alyssa was done. Just when she was growing used to her fingers inside, just when her poor little clit was accustomed to the swirling and suckling upon her clit, the whole act took a urgent turn. "Ouh! oh-ho-mmmng," she hunched over a little, a tightness in her fired belly telling her she was close. With Alyssa chewing gum and dipping deep inside it was hard not to get loud, louder. She kept her lips pinned eyes sliding shut, snapping more like, locking.

"Hnnngggg!!!" She didn't want to cry out but it was clearly right behind those pinned lips. "Don't stop, don't stop, dooh-hon't stahp," did however make it through as her hands now gripped either side of Alyssa's head, making sure of that, making sure she had nowhere to go as her insides started to force out the fingers inside, constrict and spasm with slippery delight, her entire body tightened, traps and pecs, her thighs, they all lit up with steely cords of raw strength as Sam threw her head back and shook on the fire escape, the entire structure rattling gently against firebrick.

. . .

A moment of silence came over her, she hung there in the cool night, sweat on her face chilling. . . and then she fell to her knees in front of Alyssa, trying to kiss her face, trying to wrap her up, trying to show her gratitude for getting her there, with ease no less, it had been "Fuck, that was crazy. . ." explained in breathless sexed stupor.

 

[Princess-In-Silk-Chains]

Alyssa was more or less blissfully unaware of Sam's drop and rise in volume, at least beyond the point of personal satisfaction to her own ears, it being a rather silly thing, the stocky woman briefly apologizing for crying out, only for it to fuel the passion and determination of the woman below, as though she were trying to get the woman to be even louder in her satisfaction so Alyssa could drink the ambrosia even more pridefully.

Each fuck-fuck-fuck helped the pistoling of her fingers and lapping of her tongue, until the breathy stuttered instructions of 'just like that' had the rosy woman latch onto the exact tempo, staying steadfast and steady to her exact motions of slurping that happy-button and poking the slippery cavity when she had been told the way it was best received.
This activity alone had her own underwear feeling rather slick, a little splotch of salaciousness no doubt also located beneath her leggings, pleasuring a partner always being the biggest foreplay to her own wanting.

She felt more than content when her vermillion head was collected between two strong comfy hands, helping the intimacy on her end quite a bit.
It could sometimes, as much as it was a turn on, also get sort of lonely when performing oral. People didn't tend to touch her as she did so, which she understood, usually their hands were busy grabbing the pillow or blankets, so, valid explanation, but it always helped her feel a bit closer, a bit...safer, to have someone's fingers laced through her red-satin locks, more affectionate titillations.
Her thighs squeezed tight as the sculpted woman tensed from head to toe, index and ring fingers feeling coiled like a water snake was wrapped about them, and a little by-proxy moan of her own echoed and reverberated from her mouth to Sam's clit as she convulsed and crashed into a crescendo.

The quake of the finish reverberated down the curvy one's own body, the little mound of her own sensual nerve-ending thumping and pleading for similar treatment as she pulled off, a little power line of saliva and arousal between Sam's pelvis and Alyssa's lips, snapping off when she was about 5 or so inches away, and her fingers 'shliiiicked' out as well, coated like icing on 'lady fingers'.

Though that was quickly followed by the statuesque one's decent to her own knees, Alyssa holding her arms out, thinking for a second it was a fall, not a willing sit, though giggling upon seeing that gratified and slightly dopey expression, holding her non-sex stained hand up between their lips, cooing, "Wait wait, hold on," and considerately whipping her middle digits off at the side of her thighs and then using her sleeve to scrub her moistened mouth, to be thoughtful of the flavor of the kiss, and then guiding Sam forward, "There we go, come 'ere." Hands fit perfectly along that square jaw again, and like a siren pulling a sailor into a wave, she brought their lips together in sweet fuzzy 'smeck smeck's.

Forget 'too soon', forget 'rushed', forget 'risky-behavior-brought-on-by-adrenaline-and-trauma'.

This was perfect.

She wrapped her arms behind the floppy-haired one's neck, arching her back so that her comfy cushion chest could provide a bit of foundation for the cloud-9-drifter to lean against as they kissed, easing her through her afterglow.

It was interesting though, even as Alyssa could feel her love-box aching, having been ramped up by witnessing such a release, her heart pounding against her ribs like war-drums, she made no active move to directly request, verbally or physically, for reciprocation. This was where her more Cleary-seen nuances came back in. It was easy to be bold and assertive when attending to others, it was pure people-pleasing actions after all, she did it emotionally in a chipper quirky way, so it made sense to sexually be like this as well, even if some sort of were surprised, but, she had a complex, it was tough, even in established relationships to sort of, ask to receive.

She always just thought, if a person wanted to, they would, and if she had to ask, well, what if they felt pressured to give? Like, in a scenario like this, it was about mutual want, enthusiasm in motion. She didn't want anything but that. She didn't want to give the idea that intimacy was transactional.

Though, it didn't help that a decent amount of her past lovers were very much...well, that's the thing about 'givers' they often attract 'takers'...takers that only take. So, despite this being her natural inclination, she did often end up with forlorn in her belly as very often the 'if they wanted to they would' she learned 'ah...so they didn't want to.' which as understanding as she was, still had it's little bit of pain and pent-up senses.

It didn't stop her shoulders from jolting every few seconds and hips to shift side to side, her body knowing what it wanted while her brain was attempting to have a more healthy, just let things happen if they happen, mindset.
No pressure, don't insinuate there is pressure, b-because there isn't. Wanting and pressuring were different, it, this was fine.

 

[MouseNoises]

Sam blinked, looking genuinely befuddled for a moment "Wha," she didn't quite understand what Alyssa was doing - in the throes of passion all bets were off for the stocky girl, a kiss dipped with the taste of lust, her own no less - felt far from off limits after what they'd just done, though it felt sorta sweet too. She didn't judge her for it by any stretch, it was just different. All she could do was give a simple sort of smile for the consideration before kissing her, lips still tingling with the aftershocks of orgasm.

Her body felt weak, weak like she'd run a marathon in the cold. Her legs were burning with exertion and her core tight. acid splashed across splayed muscles till they found respite on the fire escape, in tonight's lover's arms. . . not that there were any other to speak of. The thrill of it all was almost too much to really fathom, so many layers of excitement, she'd probably crossed off a few items on a bucket list tonight if she had one.

-sex with a complete hottie/stranger.

-sex on a rooftop.

-whatever this feeling is. . .

Pulling her sweats back up her rotund behind, sculpted like the rest of her, she gasped a few breaths and pulled into the other for something more than a hug. Her larger body curling around Alyssa she clawed at her back, tugging on her sweater, it was too cold to take it off, but then, she wanted to feel her underneath. With her lips she kissed and nipped and suckled at exposed flesh, cheek, jaw, neck and collar. Her hands had advanced lower from back to rump for a squeeze. There was so much she wanted to do with the bright red sprite she was currently wrapped around, she wanted more than just a heated collection of moments on the rooftop, more than an anxious fingerfuck exposed completely. . . that wasn't an option though so with that in mind she took what she could and snaked a hand between them.

Not quite inviting herself inside just yet Sam's large, strong hand took Alyssa by the palm, her index and middle finger feeling the heat of her snatch through a thin layer of cotton. It wasn't that she owed her or wanted to return the favour so much as Sam wanted this every bit as much as Alyssa had wanted to do it to her. She needed to express her feelings, her emotion, her intimacy and need for the fiery beauty before her - regardless of their sorted first impression she felt every bit attracted, crushing, lusting, all of the above and more. . . she needed this, so while one arm held her lover close the other, betwixt their thighs, groped and explored.

Once satisfied with feeling up she retreated. "C'mere," Sam sat back against the wall and spread her legs, track pants barely up her hips still. She offered a seat for Alyssa against her, a big bear hug prepared for her. "Get in my lap, we're not done here." a winning grin slicking her features as she pulled her hair back and tried to style it any other way than its current state.

 

[Princess-In-Silk-Chains]

Alyssa watched with a sweet simper behind her enamored, and now, slightly weed-reddened eyes, as Sam fidgeted to get clothed again, it being a cute sight to see the sinewy one in her slap-happy afterglow before the voluptuous lass was yanked into a tighter hold, and her breath hitched as she felt nails against her back, sparks dancing along her throat as it was kissed and nipped, the flesh there extremely sensitive as she was quickly sent from giggles to carnal-need, something Sam really seemed to have a true talent for even in such a short time, at least when it came to the owl-eyed lady, "o-Oh~ Ah~" Her pelvis jolting forward as hands kneaded into rounded bottom flesh, each cheek being a near perfect fit for those palms, just a bit of the more taut flesh spilling springy between digits, and then, she felt that wandering touch reach back beneath, and she yipped and hid her face into the crook of Sam's neck, knowing that even through the blue leggings, there would still be moisture waiting for those lightly coarse digits, her excitement soaking through rather drastically, not unnaturally, but close.

She began to twitch and undulate faintly, feeling the drumming only 'thump' louder when a digit would catch just over the little flower-bud still buried beneath cloth, electric shocks with ever brush over her clit. Her hand held Sam's tight as soon as it snatched hers up, her other left to take a fistful of that gym-hoodie right over a rocky shoulder as she leaned into that python-grip embrace, never wanting to be let go, "Ah~ S-Sam~"

Her blue-yellow-splattered eyes blinked as the brunette propped herself up and became the most inviting seat ever, those big arms beckoning as though they were magnets.
"No need to tell me twice~" A girlish giggle erupted from just how surgery that eagerness looked, or maybe, more like 'felt', and Alyssa crawled right over, anticipation on her smiling pixie face, not sure is she should sit with her back against or away, so splitting the difference.

The ample lass sat squarely in that cozy lap, her left side against Sam's torso while the right pointed away, being a bit impish and scooting her rear left and right even though she was already 'in place' grinding down upon that freshly gravitated region as she bated her eyelashes to keep the levity going, trying to make sure her eagerness didn't come off to 'expectational', though her thighs stayed a bit open, not wanting to impede anything considering they 'weren't done yet.' Her nerves making her joke as she brushed some ruby hair back behind her ear, "So, heh, what? Were you thinking of pulling out the Nintendo switch and playing Mario cart?" Her lips turned to a straight line as they pressed down against each other, feeling like if she weren't careful, she would tip riiiight back into un-sexy, and so she shimmied her shoulders and chuckled breathily, "I mean, uh, 'insert sexy flirtation here.' " She continued her faint laugh, hoping the chortle would be joined by the other in a few seconds, rubbing her tush side to side again for extra measure and distraction from persistent dorkiness.

 

[MouseNoises]

"You're too much," the Nintendo comment came with imperfect timing, but it wasn't a sour note by any stretch. Samantha had been looking sultry and serious, smoldering in a sexy sorta way, as best she could anyhow - sorta lost to the moment it was a more natural expression though it soon twisted and guffawed into mirthful chortles of her own, approval delivered with endearment, "You're such a dork, oh-my-god." Laughing and smiling both as she pressed her lips and nose into the side of Alyssa's face and smooched her sloppily, letting her know she was fine to be herself, no need to cover it up with her lame attempt for redemption.

"No, like this." not hesitating to take hold of her impish and chesty both lover, Samantha adjusted her so she was square in her lap with her back to Sam's front. Not wasting much, if any time, Sam leaned Alyssa forward and snuck a hand up her back making short work of her bra's clasp beneath her top, sweater. Maybe, Sam should have asked first but she sorta felt like Alyssa wouldn't mind, at least Sam thought it was sexy. With her bra unclasped and floating under her clothing Sam reached her other hand around her body and up under the side of her sweater, bunching it up about her armpits but letting the majority drape back down - now that she had access to those gorgeous tits.

With her floppy hair now close to styled Sam bit craned her neck forward and took a nibble at Alyssa's ear, what regions might not be pierced. "Mngg. . . These are nice." she assured her coolly as her fingers splayed out and took hold of large breasts, more than a handful and her fingers and palms were capable of quite the handful. After two full hands gave a few cursory, squeezes, the left started undulating at the wrist and shamelessly groping with fingers "Mmph, I really like it, by the way." Samantha started to speak but trailed off as her hand slid down pale stomach from regretfully released breast.

". . . you, being a dork." finally explaining as she carefully started to tug and distress the vermillion haired beauty's panties. Tugging at the band, slipping between her pants and panties to once again wrap her fingers over her crotch, just feel her, the heat of her burning lust, the nub of her affection alight, gently searching for her hood and labia, feelings them through the fabric clinging to their dampened features. "Ready?" though before she really asked she was pulling aside the fabric and letting it bunch next to her thigh "Mmff. . ." finally feeling the delicate flesh with her own.

Hot, a slight tackiness though once a thick digit divided her puffy lips and delved inside it was closer to slippery, inviting, velvet smooth, the feeling of being inside the threshold to her pussy, exploring her entrance with only one finger, while groping her breast, feeling her hot body against hers. . . it was enough to make her growl with anticipation.

Pulling back her hand she propped her chin on Alyssa's shoulder and popped two fingers into her lips, tasting Alyssa on her finger. . . ambrosial, "Sllrr. . . slfpt, mf," starting to make the journey back "Mind pulling these down a bit?" requesting better access to her prize, her digits now properly lubricated for a deeper investigation, and more.

 

[Princess-In-Silk-Chains]

A little wave of relief when her chuckle was echoed beside another, lips in a pursed smile as Alyssa was then decorated with kisses along warm red cheek, thankful for the reaction, then a few choice adjustments by the sturdy human-chair and,
"Ah! Cold hands!" The four-eyed sprite wince-laughed as Sam's fingers went up her spine, the night air making them a little chill, at least when against her covered flesh, and then with a 'clink', her breasts were more or less free beneath her little trash-panda long-sleeve shirt, her playful sounds turning lusty real hecking quick as her surprisingly pierced-less ear was nibbled and there was more plush springy orbs than could completely fit in those big hands, "oOoooh~" Her brain started processing in super slow-mo, the weight of her chest being lifted by strong fingers, moldable comfortably like springy dough just after proofing, and the trek down-down her mostly flat but slightly more squishy abdomen, mumbling honestly as lust helped the usual lack-of-self-assuredness in regards to her dorkiness, "Well, I mean ~mmm~ as long as you like it~"

Alyssa's right hand went down to grasp the outside of that brawny thigh, fingers digging down into those tendons as her other hand haphazardly pressed beside her cheek, panting between her own fingers, not really having time to muffle out her 'ready', but her wriggling and softly bucking hips were a rather easy tell to see.

A little sweet squelch, and the brunette's finger was playing in the shallows, despite the slick feeling, sparks ignited and swam along the rosy-haired women's veins, breast expanding in that grip with the deep inhale, and then a steady rise and fall as her breath heaved with each brush and grind.

She watched with hazy pretend-green eyes, half lidded from the weight of her longing, shivering as she heard and saw that same tantalizing finger accompanied by another into a tasting mouth just out of the corner of her visage.

Ooooh god. Everything was getting all fuzzy again~

"u-uh-huh, yup, right away!" Alyssa obliged the request in her usual giddy silly way, shaky hands fumbling to grab her waist band, and, being leggings, she pulled her lower garments both down a bit further, knowing it would be a challenge to keep her legs open if she didn't, though in this continued tornado of actions, she didn't quite think to warn of what laid beneath, and as the blue fabric was folded, what was brought to the night light beneath was solid black with only bursts of her actual skin-tone peeking through, interact designs, obsidian blotches that eased up into occasional big long lines and curves, and the negative space between the permanent ink formed flowers and thorns. By the time the pants were shimmied down just below her knees, what was left on those supple thighs was a gothic garden of ink, no doubt going even further than her partial-disrobing revealed.

As her owl eyes blinked at her own legs, remembering the meaningful permanent drawings existed as sometimes object-permanence wasn't her strong suit, she leaned back into Sam's chest, the cheek burning feeling a touch bashful again as she clumsily pointed out, "Oh, uh, heh, I hope you don't mind tattoos."

In another flick of anticipation, both hands reached down to grip the outsides of Sam's thighs, a small jolt in her thighs as she tried to keep them open, there being a reflexive instinct to cover the little amaranth posy nestled just above all the alternative floral scribbles, there were few instances were the brawny lass had a reaction that wasn't favorable, but each activity they shared was something new, and though that itself was exciting, the woman was all to familiar with disappointment and so each little surprise they shared came with an internal bracing, 'just in case.'

Sam really didn't seem the type who would probably mind though, even without all the evidence of her adaptability, however, it was likely that the sweet nerdy girl having so many tattoos, or technically, two really big ones, was probably an unexpected sight, and there weren't even her most severe etchings.
Alyssa certainly remembered when she first thought about getting them, people seeming unsure it was a good idea, and a few whispers behind her back of 'I don't think she can handle it', so beside the light concern, she was also just curious how this reveal might be received.