Against The World Ch. 07
Keywords: Against, Ch., World, The, 07,
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Gretchen was quite nervous waiting in the cafe. She tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the table and fluffed her blondish-brown dyed hair, which had been set on spiral rods just hours earlier. She wore a white cotton dress with thin straps and a cross over bodice, the hem coming above her knees. On top of that she wore a matador's jacket with a vintage style pulp comic book printing all over. She had the matching clutch and shoes. All these pieces were apart of Hirawara's spring collection, but she had received it as a birthday gift from her boss. She was the first one to rock the pieces, and though that made her feel self-important, she doubted it would do a thing for Moo. She should've dressed "down" but didn't want to appear to be trying too hard. On the walk over here, she was mistaken for Christina Milian by a fan of hers. Gretchen was used to it, correcting the fan, but sometimes she let people who thought they recognized the cute little pop star go on with believing as long as they didn't ask her outright. This is how she sometimes got upgrades in service at hotels and the good tables in restaurants.
Gretchen sipped her latte staring out of the plate glass window until she saw her. There was Moo, wearing her locks in a pompadour ponytail style with an extremely tight wife beater, tight low-rise jeans which hung to her waist and ankle length black leather slouch boots with nearly tiny spike heels. The bangles on her arms jangled as she entered the shop, and Gretchen could already smell her scent.
Soon their gazes found each other and Moo sauntered over. Her heart fluttered as she heard Moo's heels clicked toward her.
Moo grabbed a chair, spun it around and straddled it, sitting right across from Gretchen. For some reason Gretchen found this sexy as she noticed Moo's small hands covered in leather half-gloves, the knuckles studded with round circles of metal. Moo smiled at her, almost a sneer. She seemed to have a different attitude than she usually had. Instead of being a laid back self-contained fusion of wisdom and quiet confidence, she seemed now a little flashy, suggestively seductive and even a bit arrogant. Gretchen should've found this change at least slightly alarming, but there were too many butterflies swarming in her stomach to question Moo's change in demeanor.
"Hey," Moo said, half-pursing her red painted lips.
"Hey..." Gretchen replied back shyly. It seemed that they had more to talk about a couple of days ago on the phone when Gretchen called her up. She wanted to settle this thing with Moo once and for all.
"You look great." Gretchen said, staring into Moo's expressive brown eyes.
"You look good too. As usual. You always look good."
Gretchen wrinkled her nose a little when she smiled, "You think so?"
"I said it right?"
Moo ordered a vanilla chai latte and sipped it slowly as she and Gretchen spoke about what brought them here.
"Does your sister know we're meeting?"
"I haven't spoken to her since Thanksgiving. She didn't even call me for my birthday. Screw her..." Gretchen shrugged.
"I did." Moo smiled slyly.
There was a few moments of silence as Gretchen stirred her coffee, "I guess I was suppose to laugh at that huh?"
"Are you jealous?"
The way Moo asked, her neck tilted to the side while looking at her with "those eyes "melted Gretchen who just cast her eyes downward at her freshly done French manicured nails. She was rarely shy and demure with anyone, but Moo both intimidated and excited her all at once. She wasn't sure of herself when she was with this sexy golden brown confident woman, and that both scared and intrigued her.
"Well I'm here with you now, not her right?"
Gretchen sorta gave a half shrug, half nod.
"You wanna get out of here?" Moo thumbed toward the door.
When she and Moo walked outside, Gretchen was delightfully surprised to find a vintage Cadillac low rider dipped in money green candy paint and rolling on old school '84 rims.
"Moo, is this yours?"
"Nope," She said opening the passenger side door for Gretchen, "But it's mine today."
As they drove out of the city Gretchen wondered where they were going. They spoke along the way. A lot of it was about Clinton. Gretchen asked questions about their brief "relationship", how it got started, how it ended and why.
"She must not know a good thing when she has it..." Gretchen said.
Moo gave her a sideways glance asking, "So you do?"
"When I usually get something good I do."
"Well maybe you will. Get something good that is."
They stopped off at an overlook looking down onto the city. The infamous "Hollywood" sign could be spotted miles off into the distance. The car was parked not far off from where they sat, beneath a tree. Gretchen didn't expect it, but Moo had a light dinner prepared. She had spread a blue-checkered blanket under the tree and they sat side by side, eating, arms touching as they watched the sun slowly set.
"So, are you still stuck on Clinton?" Gretchen asked. She needed to know this in case things got deeper. The truth was that even if the answer was truly 'yes', she had wanted to hear a definite 'no' anyway.
Moo didn't answer her, just smiled, "There's yogurt on your lip,"
"Oh?" Gretchen said lifting her hand up.
"I'll get it," Moo leaned in and licked the creamy substance off of Gretchen's gloss covered bottom lip. Gretchen's head was swimming as she stared deep into Moo's eyes.
"Good looking out," Gretchen said thanking the woman.
"My pleasure," Right before Moo leaned in to kiss her, Gretchen noted the way the fading sun sparkled in her eyes. It was beautiful. When their lips touched, a yearning inside of Gretchen had finally been answered. Everything felt right at that moment.
Moo laid Gretchen down on the blanket, lying by her side and kissing her, snaking her pink tongue into the hungry mouth of the beautiful girl. They began to caress each other's body as the kissing became more passionate, rolling on top of each other and reveling in the feel of one another as they sucked on lips, tongues and the skin of necks.
By now Gretchen had off her jacket, and the straps of her dress were pulled down, revealing her small yet perfect breasts. The sight of her own pouty nipples being licked sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clit. As Moo licked and sucked on the girl, Gretchen couldn't help but think of her sister in the back of her mind, "Forget about Clinton..." she said to herself, "she already had her turn."
The attraction she had already harbored for Moo just made the lust and ecstasy she felt more pronounced by Moo's already expert oral skills. The way she tongued and licked Gretchen's nipples made her swoon.
Gretchen pulled Moo's shirt up over her head to reveal the soft sexy round breasts that she had once dreamed of unsheathing. Not completely new to sex with women, Gretchen knew her way around and what to do with chocolate nipples like hers even though she might have not been as experienced as Moo. Just the taste of Moo's nipples on her tongue and the feel of her breasts in her mouth sent Gretchen flying on a natural high. Moo's emittance of the sounds of pure pleasure only motivated her to please the girl even more.
Gretchen's panties were off and Moo's pants and underwear were bunched up around her ankles as the two girls faced each other and slipped fingers into each other's hot wet tight snatches. The feel of wetness on Gretchen's fingers along with the feeling of having her tight wetness slip across Moo's fingers turned her on to no end. This was the most sensual sex she'd ever had. Moo took turns between kissing her and bending her head to suck on her tits as she stroked Gretchen's clit. Every down stroke produced a new intense set of shudders for Gretchen, and it wasn't long until she was crying out during climax during sunset. Moments later as Gretchen's fingers went super fast over Moo's clit, Moo came, grunting her way through a sweet languid cum.
Their tongues dancing against one another silently thanked each other as they came down from their orgasmic high.
"I want to know what you taste like," Gretchen said.
Moo kicked off her pants and underwear fully and said, "Go for it."
She perched between Moo's knees in the white cotton dress that she wore. The top was pulled halfway down her body, and yet the bottom was practically hiked over her hips. She licked the wet and still oozing slit of Moo's sex, sliding a tongue inside, tasting the musky sweet taste on her tongue. It had been so long since she had been with a girl that she almost forgot what it was like. Being nose to pussy with Moo's distinct smell of sex, made her own tingle like crazy.
Moo moaned as Gretchen flattened her tongue against her clit, taking slow lazy licks, just reveling in the taste of it all.
"Turn that ass around," Moo ordered though panting, "I want to taste that pussy too."
Gretchen straddled the girl, setting her pussy on her face, almost forgetting that she had a job to do herself. She rocked back and forth on Moo's rapidly flicking and deep probing tongue as she panted and moaned, pinching her own hard sensitive nipples.
"Oh God..." Gretchen moaned, soon bending down over Moo's snatch, rapidly licking the woman with fervor, matching pace with the woman beneath her.
Moo playfully smacked her ass as she tongue fucked the girl, squeezing and kneading the small curvy cheeks. Gretchen sucked and slurped at Moo's clit, not knowing that the sound of her eating it was making Moo crazy.
"Oh shit Gretchen, I'm gonna come all over your pretty face..."
When Gretchen heard this she squealed and buried her face deep inside of Moo's pussy, her lips firmly attached to the girl's clit. Moo's hurricane like tongue whipped Gretchen up into a frenzy, causing tense build up. Gretchen could feel her muscles contract tighter and tighter until they released, spasming. Moo groaned as she lifted her hips to grind her pussy all on Gretchen's face, cum dripping from her hole as she climaxed.
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Keywords: Against, Ch., World, The, 07,