Hotel Room #12

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Gabriella looked in the mirror and sighed at what looked back at her. Just another pretty face. That's what guys saw, hell even woman only saw that. At the age of eighteen she had managed to bed three men. She wasn't a whore... just curious. Boys were so vanilla. So predictable. She recently started exploring online. She met a friend, sadly enough while she was watching lesbian porno. Yeah, lesbian. Woman are sexy, there was no denying it. Breasts, pussy, and soft skin. If Gabby wanted a dick she could buy one any size, shape, and color. WITH added benefits. They vibrate, rotate, and operate on your command. Any who, she met a girl online. Both exchanging info on how men can suck and what their flaws in bed were. Both drunk and just typing up a storm. The topic of fucking a woman came up and here she was, with a hotel address in her hand, the car keys in another. Her voluptuous breasts threatening to spill from the heart shaped neckline of her red tank top. A black laced lingerie set underneath comprised of a demi cup bra and a g string. Long black locks resting loose against sun kissed skin.

Her shapely form sporting a skirt down to the middle of her thighs with black boots up to her knees. She had no idea why she had put so much thought into her look when the terms struck to completely void out that factor. A dark room, Bloody Ava was to meet up with a girl she had met with only. The only things she knew... her username and her curiosity to have sex with another girl. Already she was driving to the hotel and asked woman at the front desk for room twelve. Two keys had already been set aside. She walked down the hall and knocked first, just in case the other girl had made it there before her. No sound. The card was slid and into the dark room she walk. Light just barely light up the sitting area of a living room and a doorway to what had to be a bedroom. She closed the door behind her. Feeling her way around. Following the wall towards the doorway she had seen. When found her carefully walked forward until her knee found the soft edge of, what felt like, a queen size bed. There she sat. Waiting. Nervous. Excited. She knew the risks of what she was doing. Then again, she couldn't be raped. You couldn't rape the willing. The girl could have been ugly as fuck, she wouldn't know. Her hands would have to tell her. If she felt rolls or the sexy form of a woman. Wrinkles or smooth skin. She was ready.

 

[ValiantPickle]

Vivian couldn't believe it. Yet here she was, sitting in her car in the parking lot of the hotel she was meeting a woman at. A woman who knew her only as Tristesse. She never knew she had a facination with women. She was just browsing... well... porn, lesbian porn one day and met a woman. That's how the idea came along... it seemed to different, so... sexy. Never before did she feel this way, but now seemed to be a perfect time to explore her fantasies with no strings attached. Vivian was nineteen, a student at the local college. She had he black hair cut short in the pixie style. She was wearing basically what she wore everyday, with a lot more attention to her make-up admittedly. It was just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Vivian was wearing her glasses, which made her look a little more mature and smart than she could be sometimes. She had only had sex once, when she lost her virginity and it was just... awful. It was terrible and akward, and left her a terrible template with which to compare other guys to.

Vivian was no supermodel, she was slim, but lacked strong curves. She could feel her heart beating behind her modest breasts as she got the key from the front desk. She went to find her room, and was soon staring dead at it. Her heart was beating harder than ever. She could see that the lights weren't on. Was Bloody Ava even here? Should she knock? No, if she knoced then she would hesitate. If she hesitated then she might not go through with it. She would just run in, shut the door behind her, and try to find the woman she was supposed to be here with. If she wasn't there... she'd have to wait. Then ambush her as she came in.
Vivian giggled a bit, that sounded really funny when you thought on it for a moment. Without knocking, Vivan swiped the key and bolted inside. She shut the door quickly, her back up against it. "Bloody Ava?" She asked, her quiet voice barely audible.

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

The ebony haired girl tensed up for a second when she heard the swiping of a key card at the bedroom door and then the quick bit of light giving her a brief glimpse of a shadowy figure before they were immersed in the darkness once more. While so many emotions were bombarding her, including fear, she couldn't help but crack a small smile when she heard the female voice call out her username. "Tristesse?" She replied back with a audible sigh of relief. "I was so ready to hear a deep voice of a man and I was going to bolt." Even as she spoke you could hear the lax smile on her lips. Be careful, I nearly banged my knee on the table. The bedroom is separate.... here." You could hear her body leaving the edge of the bed as she carefully followed the wall to the door frame in search of the other female. Her hand stretched out and she felt for another person and her fingers managed to graze an arm. Softness. That was what she felt. No rhino skin. Her fingers ghosted down an arm until she found some fingers. Gabby took the other girl's hand and carefully guided her towards where the bedroom was.

This wasn't about building a relationship. It was about experimentation. Basking in having sex with another woman without the worries of insecurity. Gabby thought it pretty simple. She made no future plans because this was one hell of a unique situation. Gabby released the girl's hand and sat back on the sofa and began unzipping her boots and slipping them off of her petite feet. "Did you get hit on by the ancient door man?" She was trying to break the idea and try and disperse the annoying butterflies in her stomach. Her boots were set aside and she crawled onto the bed. "So... what did we talk about? How girls know what girls want better than men do." She even slipped her tank top over her head and tossed it where her boots were. She crawled from the foot of the bed to the bed where she sat her back against the pillows with her skirt, panties, and bra still on. She had an urge, but she wasn't going to assault the girl. There was no deny though... she was pretty damn horny at this point.

 

[ValiantPickle]

Vivian was so pleased to hear a woman reply. She never eve considered that it could have been a group of men waiting for her. Until now anyway. "I'm glad my voice isn't a deep man voice as well, that would scare us both." Vivian began to walk until she heard Bloody Ava get up. Vivian gasped a bit when she felt someone touch her. She fought every instinct that told her to pull away. Vivian held Ava's hand. It was so soft. Vivian really should have mapped out how all of this was going to go. As she was led to the bedroom, Vivian silently wondered what the room actually looked like. She just needed to relax, she was thinking about things that didn't really matter. She was her to have sex, that's it.

In the bedroom, Vivian could hear Ava getting undressed. Although, she had no idea to what extent. She simply assumed that this was it, the time. She hesitated, but removed her shirt. Underneath was a cute yellow bra that held he B-cup breasts in place. She unbuttoned her jeanes and slid them down her legs. She could feel a familar moistening between her legs. The question about the doorman almost flew past her head. "Uhh... just a little."
Vivian stepped out of her jeans and sat on the edge of the bed. She could do this. This was it. Vivian took a deep breath, and just decided to go for it. Vivian reached out to find Ava's legs. "That's exactly what we were talking about." Vivian replied. Her voice was quiet. She wasn't experienced with this really, but she was just letting instinct take over. The time for talking was over. Vivian found Ava's leg, and followed it up to her thigh. Vivian slowly moved her hand along the inside of her female companion's leg. "I suppose this is it, huh? All we've talked about..."

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Gabriella almost forgot how to breath. This was it. Her heart was racing. She felt soft fingers ghosting along the skin of her leg, up her inner thigh. Thank heavens it was dark as she trapped her inner lip between and it slip out before she spoke. "Mmm... yes, yes it is. And yeah, I'm nervous but... I can tell it's going to be good." The words were almost a whisper on her lips. Her hands found the slender arms of her anonymous friend and slid up to her shoulders as the girl made her way up the bed. Oddly enough she found herself aching for a kiss. There had to be a difference. She would note every feeling, noise, and smell she could find with this girl. So far, she was not disappointed and they were just getting started.

Her hands making their way to her shoulders and laced through the girl's hair and she noted the shortness of her hair. A pixie cut, or so it felt. She felt the straps of a bra as she got closer and closer. Gabriella had her legs spread enough for Tristesse to make her way up to her. In her mind she could see it all. A sexy woman crawling up the bed. She knew the girl had a pixie hair cut. A rather cute look in her opinion, on the right woman, of course. Before she knew it, her lips were about a hairs breath from her lover. "Bring it on lover girl." It was a cute little challenge before she stole a soft and lingering kiss on those lips. Soft feminine lips. She had to have more. Needed more. It was different. It was new. The dampness between her legs got more and more prominent. Her hands came to rest on some slender hips. The girl obviously had a petite frame. Her kisses got hungrier. Hands reached around and found and unhooked the bra from her lover. The straps were slid down the girl's arms and one hand grabbed a perfect handful of breast. Oh it felt heavenly. Her thumb teased at the nipple until she felt it peak at her touch. This was way too good to pass up.