Caroline Tigeress (nwzw) wrote,
Caroline Tigeress

Fiction - Erotica - F/F - "Violet's Tit" Chapter 01

Explicit Content, lesbian. Chapter 1/6, will be available as a novella at my etsy store soon :)

Chapter One:
Violet's Tit

My breathing labored, almost panting, as I lay back on the small child-like daybed, I was thinking nothing other than the pleasure I was receiving. With a loud moan my orgasm crested, my eyes glazed over, and I took a deep breath.
The source of my pleasure, my best friend Trin was licking at the inside of my thighs in a dedicated manner, taking long soft swipes with her tongue. She moved into me more, and lapped at the outer part of my cleft, her face covered with a soft dewy combination of sweat and my juices. Her long bangs, matted at the tips, stuck to her flush red face.
She delivered a kiss to the top of my cleft, where the pubic hair was thick and bushy. I took some deep breaths in relief. She laid her head on the inside of my thigh where it had fallen before and led to receiving my first pleasure from another woman.
The television, a tiny nine incher flickered some cheesy science fiction flick that I had picked up. Trin read something on the back of the tape, and had watched it before I did, and then told me it would be unsuitable for James, my son. In all the time I'd known her, Trin had a liberal, progressive streak a mile long, and for her to say such a thing was a big deal. She'd normally just give him her standard lecture, which let James know it was even better than normal. In this particular one, women were hacked up in some bizarre sexually degrading ways. Trin wouldn't go for that plan, and she knew I wouldn't either.
Therefore, we ended up in her corner bedroom, sprawled out on her bed to watch it. It was hot, the late afternoon of a Mid-May Sunday in Arizona. I was dressed in a short dress, and Trin was in a loose top and a skirt of her own devising, billowy and long to hide her corpulence.
She been watching from the edge of the bed on the foot and then had curled up on it as the trite film played. I was half-asleep and so was she, and we tossed and turned in the heat. She'd ended up using her hands as a pillow, then a pillow, then had moved over onto my leg when I shifted. I wasn't wearing underwear, and knowing Trin, she wasn't either. As she rolled over, she looked up at me to say something and saw that I wasn't wearing any. Trin stuttered as she saw my bush and I smiled at her. I'd known for a while she wanted into me, and this was my way of teasing her.
For her faults, Trin tried to be very polite, and felt ashamed she'd even seen what she did. It had been seven long years since I'd thrown out my drunken boyfriend and two since Trin's husband had died. I'd been hot and sticky and Trin's head on my leg felt good. I had watched on the cheesy sci-fi flick these two women having simulated sex, and normally it wouldn't do a damn thing for me, but Trin was there. I could feel the sizzle from her massive body as it lay on my legs. I had felt her hot breath, and I felt the sweat of a big woman. In some ways, it was very masculine.
Without speaking, for I knew that I couldn't bring myself to ask her, I nodded. With slow, tender kisses, she brought me pleasure over the course of forty minutes or so, consuming me with relish. Her soft, pudgy fingers capped by her hard acrylic nails probed me with the utmost love and compassion. That tongue visited every orifice it could find, her head holding my legs apart. Trin, if nothing else, was a connoisseur of the flesh.
The air was still, and stifling like the early heat of the year as the tape clicked and began to rewind. The whirring noise complimented the bubbling from Trin's goldfish tank to create a sort of white noise.
I felt a chill, a shiver of fear, but not from me. It came from Trin.
It dropped the room's temperature like an air-conditioner and I could feel moisture on my legs. I looked down as big weepy tears drifted out of her eyes and ran onto her thigh. She licked at her thick lips and used a hand to try to clean herself off.
I heard her speak, but did not hear the words. It was all so very surreal and then shattered by the reality of my son pounding on the door.
“Hey! When can a guy get some food around here?” James yelled, in his fifteen-year-old belligerence.
“Whenever he gets off his own ass and fixes it. You want to be treated like an adult,” Trin bellowed in equal defiance, “act like one.”
James couldn't hear the crack in her voice. I watched the shudder of her lips as she used whatever energy she had to drive him away, to keep this moment with me alive. She moved her head sitting up on an elbow, and she turned away from me, taking deep breaths. She muttered, “Love that boy to pieces, but sometimes his timing isn’t so good.”
I could only nod. I was hungry, and needed something cold to drink. Trin felt me move and sat up. She did not face me. I didn't know why. I spoke to her:
“I'm a little hungry myself. You want something?”
She turned a bit, and looked past me. She did this when she was upset and knew she was going to cry again. Her sarcastic side, sharp and witty was poised on the tip of her tongue, but she shook her head from left to right. Trin was fighting herself, as she often did. She was like that. She knew the power of language, and the power of words.
My hands trembled and touched the tears of her face.
Her dam burst like a floodgate, tears sobbing like an angry river. Over, and over she apologized and begged for forgiveness. I put an arm around her shoulder as she sobbed into my shoulder and then kissed her on the forehead. It was hardly the kiss of passion, but it was what Trinity needed. She was my friend, I loved her, and I didn't want to see her in pain, but didn't know why she was in pain.
“Trin,” I said. Her massive head turned. Her eyes were red, lined with smeared mascara. “It's okay.”
“You're sure,” she asked, swallowing.
“Yes, I'm sure.” I said.
She blinked some and her face grew pale.
“You're a mess,” I said.
She gave me a half smile, that made me feel good, and I knew she felt better for it, despite herself. I took a deep breath.
“Is it going to be okay?” She asked. “Violet, you're my best friend. I'd go through hell and back for you. I have to know you don't hate me.”
My head dipped back as if she'd hit me. “Trin I don't hate you. I said yes. I gave consent.”
She nodded.
“Why the tears?” I asked.
“Just scared.”
“You.” She said.
“Why?” I asked.
Trin took a deep breath, “I'm scared of rejection. I'm scared you'll leave me, kick me out, and tell me you hate me. I'm scared you won't let me touch you again. I'm scared of what James will think. I love you. I always have.”
For the last six or so of the last eight years of our friendship, Trin would tell me every so often she loved me. She'd made it clear she was bisexual, and made it clear it wasn't a sexual love, but rather like the sister she never had. She'd once had a brother, who killed himself when they were teenagers. I loved her too, and she was the best friend I ever had. She encouraged me when I went back to school, helped me study for tests and cheered me along through every step.
When I was accepted to nursing school, she and her husband, Ravi moved out of their environment with me to Arizona, despite the physical setbacks she dealt with being both solar phobic and heat sensitive. When I graduated, she presented me with an engraved watch, and helped me find work.
When her husband died, she was shattered. A mewling mess that could barely function, and two years later she could just discuss her feelings for him. While she'd always encouraged me to date, I couldn't care less. I was raising James as a single mother and had my hands full. My adult disabled daughter, Marie was in a nearby nursing home. With all of that, both of our lives were complex and layered. When Ravi, died I insisted she move in with me. James was very happy to have his Aunt Trin back with us. Before she and Ravi had been married, Trin stayed with us for a couple of years.
James bellowed again, “MOM!”
Trin bit her lips. I could hear the smart-ass comment du jour upon her lips. She wasn't in the mood for his teenage drama; she had plenty of her own. I stood as any mother does when they hear their child. Trin's dog, Woofer barked. Trin deflated at the sound, knowing that our time together was shattered for good. She grabbed for his collar. I stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it.
Her eyes followed me, and I turned to close the door and doing so looked at her, the soft droplets of rain from her eyes coming again. “I'll be back in a couple of minutes.”
She looked in my eyes and nodded. She needed to hear that from me. After I drove the Seventh Day Adventists away and threw a couple of hamburger patties in Trin's cast iron fry pan I poured myself a Boone's Blackberry Hill and Trin one too. I told James to take it to her.
He came back and asked me what was wrong with Trin.
“What do you mean,” I asked.
“Her eyes are all red and black,” he said.
“The black part is mascara. Make up. She's kind of having some cramping problems and it makes her cry,” I said.
Not an untruth, but Trin often kept the nastier pieces of her biological functions to herself, only using them to tease James when he needed to be set in his place.
“That's got to suck,” he said.
“Yes,” I replied.
I tossed together for Trin a huge cheeseburger; consisting of lettuce, tomato and the Dijon mustard, she loved. James just wanted the meat patty and I made myself a plate and headed down the hall. Trin's door was closed. I tapped on it and heard rustling as Trin said, “Hang on.”
She was rumpled and had used a make-up wipe on her face, and opened the door.
“Geese, Vi,” she cajoled, “You don’t have to wait on me.”
Her glass of Boones, a twenty-ounce heavy glass tumbler was empty. She'd opened up a bottle of Smirnoff Blue and poured herself three fingers. I sat on the bed next to her and she laid a few pillows behind us for propping up. I had not closed her door so Woofer could come and go.
She'd put on a comfort movie, an old favorite of hers, Monster's Inc. The short cartoon of the birds was her favorite and she laughed when the feathers all drifted to the ground. I felt better about her laughing and ate. Trin lived life with gusto, and ate well, drank well, and loved well. I admired her. To see her vulnerable and sobbing as she was a few minutes ago was odd, and yet in line. During the transition from Portland, Oregon to Phoenix, Arizona one of her goldfish died and she blubbered to the point of being unable to drive. Trin was a creature of polarities.
I'd gotten about half way through the sandwich when Trin dropped her empty plate on floor to let Woofer at it. Trin sipped the Vodka straight and as she held the glass in her right hand on her thigh, it trembled. As Boo clung to Sully and made Trin laugh I dropped my plate down for Woofer and put my left hand on my thigh, stretching. It touched Trin's.
I could feel that spook her, she was still tender, still raw. The Boone's made me feel warm, and garnered my courage. I let a finger rub her hand. She looked at me, with large eyes, reminiscent of the cartoon we were watching. They had fear in them. She trembled and her lips pursed. I heard the droning of James's video game and for the very first time in my life, I kissed another woman full on the lips.
Her lips were so soft, delicate. Trin used a lot of lotion on her face and she smelled sweet. I could smell her hair as well, and I wanted to explore it. Fueled by the courage of alcohol I tugged at the braid of a hair-wrap I myself had stuck into her. She looked at me funny and then moved her head into my pull.
Her round face felt good to kiss. She sighed a sigh of happiness.
She pulled away and I felt a loss. She sat up, at attention and then I heard an odd tone. She looked at the film as James had paused his game and gotten up and went into the bathroom across the hall.
He had closed the bathroom door, and often were in Trin's room to work on a sewing project so us hanging out there was no big deal. I waited for him to get out of the bathroom, I wanted some more of Trin's lips and she stretched back reforming her pillows and lay down. I could feel her hand trace the small of my back. I was very ticklish, but Trin wasn't trying for that. She just rested her hand there.
James left the bathroom with a quick poke into Trin's room to wonder what we were watching and to get the tape that Trin had wanted me to preview. I wouldn't let him take it, and he growled, “FINE” in his teenage mood and slammed the door.
Trin was nonplussed and said, “Works for me.” She tugged at the waist of my dress and I lay down next to her and looked into her eyes. They were hazel, with a hint of green, and played off her piercings well. I took a deep breath and leaned over to explore her mouth.
Trin's eyes closed and she let me lead the way as I licked her lips and brushed my nose with hers. I grabbed a hunk of her hair as my excitement grew and inhaled. The scent of her sweat was powerful, and sweet.
I broke the kiss and looked at her. She was smiling. This was my Trin, the Trin I needed to see. This was the Trin that was looking at my face to make sure I was okay. I smiled back as she tilted her head and pleaded with her eyes. My mouth, my jaws wrapped around the nape of her neck and I could feel her gasp as my teeth nipped at her. I sucked, I chewed. I marked her, and the way that she quivered, I felt she was going to orgasm. I felt I was going too far and pulled away. Her eyes had a dull warm glow to them.
“Thank you,” she said.
I was puzzled.
“I like pain, you know that.” She said. I looked at her neck, where a bruise was forming.
Ravi had always kept her marked up which she enjoyed. She scooted more on her back and beckoned me on top with her hands. I weighted the manner for a moment and then sat on her body. Her eyes lit up as if a child's when you give them a chocolate. I felt the mountain that was Trinity Jennifer Jacobs under me, and I liked what I felt.
I leaned forward, my nipples rock hard, mashed against her double-d breasts and she held me tight, rubbing my neck with her fingers. She kissed my lips with hers then on my nose, face and neck. She sucked some, I could tell she was pondering marking me but thought better of it. My dress buttoned up to my neck, and she played with the top one unfastening it with her left hand.
I sat on her for a moment, catching my breath. With the door closed and the window shut, the air was miserable, and I had little choice but to open the window. The curtains billowed and then I shut it, realizing that it would afford us no privacy. I kicked on the fan at the foot of her bed that annoyed me earlier and pointed it away. Some circulation was better than none, and then at Trin's suggestion I dropped the Venetian blinds and re-opened the window.
Trin watched and then I addressed her:
“I don't know what to do.”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Love the kisses. Don't know if I can stick my face down there,” I said.
“I'm not telling you to,” Trin said.
I was puzzled. “What then? How do I go about doing this?”
“Use your hand,” Trin said.
I felt like a fool.
I sat back on her and got comfortable. She bounced me a couple of times that you would a child and then I lay forward on her. We kissed for a while. Finally, I got the courage and stuck my hand under her shirt.
Her huge smooth belly was warm as I rubbed it and I cupped one of her breasts. She had those big puffy aureoles with tiny sharp nipples. The tissue of her aureoles I could feel the pinkness of, this soft, tender tissue which fascinated me. I felt the nipples peak in my fingertips as her arousal formed. I lowered my head to where I had marked her and gasped. The mark was distinct. I could feel Trin's grin.
“Got me, huh?” She said.
“Yeah,” I said. “I don't know what to say to James.”
She thought and then kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back. She could see my distraction and said, “I'll take care of the mark.”
I looked at her. I remember her prizing her marks that Ravi gave her. She wasn't happy unless she was someone's bitch. That she would do this, it told me a lot about how much she was willing to have me. When Trin gave her word, that was it, the game was over.
The puffy nipple called my name.
I lifted her shirt and looked at her mammoth breasts. Trin's eyes looked at me as I took one in each hand and kneaded them at once, bringing the shirt to her neck. Her eyes reduced to slits and I could see the rise and fall of her chest increase.
I took a deep breath and suckled a tit.
Trin gasped.
It was warm, so unlike anything I'd done before. The nipple was interesting and I sucked on it, and gave Trin a bit of teeth.
She hissed and said, “Easy girl, I still want kids.”
I replied by easing off the tit a bit and moved stuck the shirt behind her head, pinning her arms. I wasn't sure why I did this, but I felt a certain sense of control. With her arms up and away from me, I was in charge. I could explore her body, or not, at my leisure, at my delight. Trin was reduced to the status of a plaything. I'd already discovered she could give me pleasure. My emotions were rushing at me, these realizations poured into me like the cheap fortified wine.
That Trin had such massive strength that she could swat me away meant nothing. I was on top. I was the queen of the mountain. I didn't have to eat my vegetables, and dammit, I liked it. I dropped my head down and kissed Trin hard jamming my tongue into her mouth chewing on her lips and rubbing my body against hers, the fabric of my dress scratching us both.
Trin slipped the shirt and went for my dress buttoning down the top buttons, until I grabbed both her wrists.
She looked at me and I used my weight to hold them back, laying on my Trin. “I'm on top. My rules,” I said.
Trin cocked an eyebrow.
“I need control,” I said.
“I need those nipples in my mouth,” she said with a grin.
“You're mine now,” I said. I trembled as I spoke.
Trin's eyes watered.
“You mean that?” Trin asked.
“Yes I do,” I said. I leaned back and pulled the dress over my head, revealing my plump tummy, fried egg breasts that sagged with their dark jutting nipples speckled with moles. I could feel Trin's eyes drinking me in, they roamed me, head to toe.
“Violet,” She said.
“Yes Trin,” I replied.
She petted her right side, and I lay into her. This was my breast, the breast I'd cried many times when we were drunk and talking about our abusive childhoods. When we'd crash on the sofa bed, I was on her right, and often slept against her.
“I told you this was your tit a long time ago. I even threatened to get a tattoo with your name on it,” She said.
I smiled at her. “Yeah, you did. You were right. It just took me a while to come around to it.”
“That's why I'm not worried about sex between us. If it's right, it'll happen. Just now when you were on top of me, you took control. I need that, now, more than ever. I've always tried to be there for you as a friend, but inside, I thrive on control,” She said.
I challenged her. “So if I told you to lick my toes...” I said.
She reached for a foot, but I pulled it away. My feet were ticklish, and knowing Trin, she'd lick them until I kicked her in the head. I snapped at the elastic hem of her skirt. I didn't need the courage of alcohol now. I had the stability of Trin and that was all I needed. Trin didn't move. This was her challenge, her defiance to my control. If I wanted into her drawers, then I would have to take the skirt down myself. I snapped it again.
“Off,” I said.
She looked at me, amused.
I mounted her, and looked her in the eyes. “I said off. I mean it.”
From the bottom, Trinity still managed some control, by propping her feet against the bed and lifting both her own massive body and mine with just he power of her thighs and abdominals. My knees no longer touched the bed, and I slid forward, bashing at her tits as I moved. I felt her hands snap her skit down, and a leg caught the lip of it and tossed it off the bed. She lowered us and I found myself with my knees at the tip of her shoulders. I grabbed each of her hands and tucked them beside her, using her weight to pin the forearms. I could feel her breathing quicken as she stared at me. She had never seen me like this before. I had never seen me like this before.
“Trin, I'm serious, I need to have control,” I said.
She nodded. I didn't feel she took me seriously, so I grabbed her right breast and pinched at the nipple. It wasn't enough to cause serious pain; it was like when she'd grab James's hair to get him to listen to her.
“This is my tit,” I said.
She nodded.
“Say it,” I said.
“That's your tit,” She said.
I twisted just a bit.
“That's your tit,” She hissed.
“That's right, Trin. That's violet's tit. Don't you forget that. Ever.”
Trinity nodded and looked at my navel a scant few inches away from her. She made a pursing motion with her lips and I scooted forward and let her tongue explore my cinnamon roll. It didn't do a whole lot for me, so I stole a look down and eyed her slit. Trinity had no pubic hair, and in fact no body hair from below her eyebrows. She once claimed she hated it all and had it laser removed. Personally, I thought it made her look like a ten-year-old, but hey, it was her body.
I turned my attention back to her nuzzling tongue and then the words I had spoken to her settled in to me. It was my body now. Trin would do anything for me. To prove it to myself, more than Trin I scooted up some more and wavered my soaking wetness into her face, raping her lips and nose with my pubis.
I humped, bumped, ground and took a whole lot less long than the previous climax to leave a gooey deposit on Trin's face.
I looked down, and saw she had one knee up, and one down, and could see her mons was purple and deep red. I wasn't up to giving her head, but reached a hand down, and fexplored with a couple of fingers. I rolled her hood with a fingertip. Her eyes were wide open and I could feel an energy building in her body.
“Please,” she asked.
“Please what,” I said.
“I need release,” She said.
I swallowed the saliva in my throat and leaned down. I kissed her lips, tasting my own fluids for the first time. I slid to her side where my tit was and latched onto it with my mouth. I felt her right hand start to diddle me a bit, but it wasn't serious. I took my thumb and rubbed at her hood in tiny circular motions while slipping three fingers into her. She groaned and humped at my hand.
Her left hand guided me a bit, sort of as if she was using my hand to masturbate herself. I bit at the nipple some and she shuddered, and unlike me did not squeak but gave off a short high-pitched audible sigh that was followed by a smaller quiver. She had climaxed not once, but twice, and used her free hand to hold the knuckles of my fist at her tight, wet folds.
I brought the hand to my face and took a soft lick. It would take some getting used to. I lowered it to Trin's lips and she licked it clean with her long tongue strokes.
“Thank you,” She said.
“You're welcome,” I said. I curled onto her right side and kept a watchful eye on my tit for the rest of the evening.
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