A Wonder Down Under

Josh nodded and continued rubbing her shoulder, hoping that prompting her into more conversation might assuage a boner so confused it was about to strike a Z shape. Josh craned his neck past her, to her computer station where it looked like she was gearing up to crack open the NSA like a hard-boiled egg. “And that’s why you’re always trying to jailbreak the Pedicheck software, right? To make sure no one could identify you?” He nudged her shoulder a touch more forcefully, and attempted a wry smile. “And to stick it to the Man?”

It didn’t work. Anna’s sob kicked up an octave as she rolled her face over into his shoulder, prompting a soft sigh on his part as he patted the back of her head. “You don’t *hic* understand, Jess was a lawyer, we were going to… change the world…” Anna’s chin pulled up, but only so that she could rest it on his shoulder, staring out the window as though she could see Jess returning on the sidewalk below. “And I ruined it… All of it…”

Josh took in a steep breath, then let it out as he settled firmly in place. All of this considering as to what he should do with an emotionally **** Anna was ignoring the fact that he could make her much less emotionally **** at a moment’s notice. Even constrained as he was by the rules of the app, that just meant he had to get creative with it. “What country was Jess from, again?” He asked, chasing the ghost of a memory and a spark off the top of his head.

“Australia.” She mumbled into his shoulder. “I thought that since she doesn’t have a fetish, she might be able to understand.”

“That’s what I thought.” Josh said, finagling his phone out of his pocket. “Hold on, work text, won’t take a second…”

• Australian women are obsessed with getting it “down under”, a.k.a. having their pussy eaten out. To that end, they generally make use of a wide variety of creams and ointments in order to make the experience more pleasurable for them, and more enticing for any potentially **** romantic partners. If an Australian woman’s significant other is particularly good at eating them out, then the woman will find it hard to leave them, even going so far as to come back a short while after a break-up to try and make it work at least one more time. This is universally known as “The Boomerang Effect”.

• Due to a quirk of their genetics, **** Breed women are exceptionally good at eating other women out.

Josh’s thumb did a rotation mid-air as he checked his wording, then pressed ENTER and the world flexed like a muscle. Anna was now a full couch cushion away, propping her elbow against the armrest and cupping her cheek with the connected hand. Glancing past her, Josh had to look down at his phone again just to make sure it was the same date; everything was back in place, from every ripped-down photo to every reclaimed dish, to the clothes avalanche that actually probably looked the same—but inside Anna’s room, like normal. Suppressing a justified but probably untoward impulse to blow mock smoke off of the top of his phone, he instead slipped it back into his pocket and settled his hands attentively in his lap. “So, let’s forget about all of this **** stuff for a moment.” Josh said, and weathered a look from Anna that clearly got across that that was one of the stupidest things she’d ever heard, to the tune of ‘I’ve been thinking about this every day of my life, idiot’. Ignoring that for the moment, he continued: “Tell me more about the fight.”

Anna let out a scoff, and turned her eyes toward the ceiling. But after a moment, she settled back into the couch cushion behind her, crossing her arms as her eyes glistened. “I decided… to try and be intimate.” She said, staring out slowly. “I figured I’d filter out the truth a little, so I told her I was Japanese, and I didn’t want it getting out because I didn’t want to be taken advantage of. She understood, because she’s great, and promised that she wouldn’t go too far even though I wanted her to order me around.” Anna trailed off, her eyes glazing over as a smile cascaded over her features. “And after that… well…”

The room smelled like a lily she couldn’t name, and rang with the gentle sound of wind instruments from a country she didn’t recognize. All of Anna’s attention was on the woman before her, tracing a bead of sweat that started from Jess’s brow, tracing around eyes furrowed in concentration, skirting around a lip tucked studiously out the side of her mouth, then nearly being absorbed into the length of the Australian woman’s black ponytail resting on her shoulder before finding a home tracing the valley of her bare, mid-sized breasts. Her Caucasian complexion flickered in the low candlelight, and in that moment Anna thought she looked more exotic than all of her own mismatched genomes stacked on top of each other.

“My grandmother used to make this for us, when I was little.” Jess said, reaching over from her cross-legged position to switch off the electric hot plate resting on the nightstand. “Back then it was just a treat. It wasn’t until my prom night when I found out it had… other uses.” Jess smiled as a flush crawled up her cheeks that had nothing to do with the ambient heat in the room. Her bare legs shifted under her as she rocked back onto the bed, and turned her smile onto Anna.

“Sounds like the life of the party.” Anna replied, smiling indolently back at her. Her own breasts pressed into the covering underneath her as she laid on her front, feet kicking in the air behind her while the heel of either hand went into supporting her chin, her nipples sticking out furiously into the bed covering as her small but shapely orbs dully protested their squishing.

People at Jess's office and beyond mostly knew Jess as cold (to her face) or bitchy (very, very far behind her back). As far as Anna knew, she was the only one who got to see this side of her, the gentle curl to her lips, the measured yet excited way she tested the viscosity of her brew. Jess had already offered up a piece of herself that no one else had ever seen; now, it was Anna’s turn.

Once she deemed it satisfactory, Jess then dipped the first two fingers of her right hand into the concoction, gently swishing the digits around with little resistance. After a moment more, she drew those same two fingers up to her lips, sliding them across sideways and leaving a glistening sheen in their wake. This sheen then framed a smile as, using that same hand, she reached up to cup Anna’s cheek, using the thumb to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you ready?”

Anna nodded her affirmation, and let herself be pulled in for a kiss. Anna usually knew what to expect when plumbing the depths of Jess’s mouth; the ever-present taste of spearmint gum, the faint chalky tinge of her professional lipstick, the gentle dueling warmth of their tongues pressing together. But this time, there was something different.

Drawing back, Anna smacked her lips gently together, and grinned. “Peaches.”

Jess nodded authoritatively, her own smile glowing back. “I thought you might like that.” She stuck her fingers back in the pot, swirling it like a witch’s brew. “After all, it’s your favorite flavor of ice cream…”

Anna rewarded her observation with another kiss, the heat of their bodies taking the place of the hot plate’s dawdling electric hum. Anna’s tongue snaked and swirled around Jess’s, wrestling like pit vipers and relishing in the growing scent of an unplucked orchard. When Anna drew back, her tongue trailing a length of spittle that she severed with an enthusiastic swipe, she asked: “So, was that your big surprise?”

As Jess licked her own lips, she met Anna’s enthusiastic expression with a predatory smirk, before cupping her hand and reaching it back down into the mixture. Diving it underneath the surface, it came back up with a rippling pond cupped in her palm, and Anna watched dumbly as the woman raised it over her head. With a motion as simple as the twist of a wrist, Anna’s world turned sideways as the fruit-scented liquid cascaded down the side of Jess’s face, neatly splashing against the bedspread before trickling its way down the front of Jess’s torso like a river making its way down the side of a mountain. Mirroring the path of that fateful bead of sweat, Anna watched in rapt attention as the liquid squirreled its way down through the crevices and valleys of Jess’s porcelain perfection, whether it be collecting at her jawline, pooling at her collarbone, or snaking between the gap in her abundant cleavage. Her entire body seemed to glisten in the flickering light, and Anna’s mouth suddenly went dry. She didn’t need to see the expression building on Jess’s face to know what was coming next.

“Alright, my little Japanese lily… Lick me dry.”

Anna felt the double helix of her DNA reverberate like a tuning fork, and surged forward without a second thought. Her tongue met the flesh of Jess’s cheek in glorious sacrament, sweeping the span of it before sliding up and past the hairline like an orca emerging from the sea. Anna felt her nethers buzzing with primal excitement as she kissed her way back down, paying special attention to the spots she had noted before; she collected the beading drops along Jess’s chin with a series of soft, succulent kisses, then dropped to the woman’s shoulder and sucked up the gathering liquid with an undignified slurp. Jess whimpered and moaned in the face of Anna’s ministrations, letting out a piercing cry as the Asian girl’s tongue teased the beginning of her sizable valley of cleavage. But rather than continue, Anna’s tongue merely swirled in place, building up the anticipation and feasting on the impatience in the Australian woman’s eyes as she scowled down desperately, Anna’s tongue sticking out from a clear smile.

Gathering a handful of Anna’s hair, and after a brief pause from the woman herself, Jess shrieked in pleasure as she shoved down Anna’s face down between her breasts. The woman’s tongue flicked between the two mounds while her face burrowed deeper, and her hands raised to clutch and press in on the mammaries with gleeful abandon. Eventually, Anna separated the twins long enough to properly drag her tongue down the sweet succulent line to her south, and Jess cried out in further need as Anna used the Australian’s globes as handholds to push past her belly button.

As Jess squirmed in unrestrained need, Anna only felt the pounding of the woman’s command at the forefront of her mind: Lick. Lick. Lick. Anna hummed happily, and the vibrations carried on to her lover’s snatch, lying a scant few inches below her nose.

You belong here.

The thought stopped her in her tracks, suddenly glued in place, her outstretched tongue precious few sweeping motions away from closing on the honey pot below. It was only a second later that Jess let out a low, keening wail, to the tune of “Pleeeeeeeease…”

As Jess arched her pelvis into the air, Anna pushed through her misgivings, and grabbed the other woman by the thighs to steady her as the Asian woman began a series of circular motions that would have her at Jess’s weeping vagina in seconds. But rather than immediately diving in, Anna took one last, long, sloooooow perimeter sweep around Jess’s entrance, feeling the tension in the other girl’s body reaching a fever pitch before—

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Anna licked her way up the length of Jess’s dripping slit, before closing her lips around the hood of her clitoris and giving it a soft nibble. Jess’s scream of pleasure might have deafened Anna if the other girl’s legs didn’t immediately clamp over her ears, clamping her head in a vice and pulling the Asian girl with her as Jess rolled onto her side. “Yesssss, right therrrrrrrre…” Anna let an intense, overwhelming sense of gratification fill her to the brim, before her tongue started working with a mind of its own. Dropping in among the other woman’s folds like an old pro, she licked up the sides with a series of delicate touches that made the legs closed around her head twitch every which way. She pressed her tongue flat to scoop up the juices, admiring the tangy taste intermingled with the sweet nectar that had managed to dribble down all the way from the crown of Jess’s head. She felt her partner’s organ ripple and dance in time with her movements, and even though her own entrance lay untouched between her legs, she felt sexually gratified in a way she hadn’t dreamed of for a long, long time.

Lick. Lick. Lick. But do you think she’ll ever let you stop licking?

Anna scrunched up her brow, and shook her head, sending Jess into a fresh fit of moans. I like it here. I trust Jess. I know she wants me to be happy. She could feel Jess’s orgasm rumbling forward like a train on the tracks, just a little bit more—

Give her a little more than this, and she’ll never let you be anything else ever again. Hell, it might already be too late.

Anna felt her tongue freeze in her mouth, just as surely as she lost the ability to rebut inside her own mind.

Get used to living on your knees.

Because once she finds out what you really are,

you’ll never leave

you’ll even like it

because all you are is a

Anna wrenched her head free of the Jess’s leglock, tumbling off the side of the bed and nearly knocking over one of the candle stands. “No, no, I can’t, noooooo…” Anna mumbled quietly to herself, repeatedly shaking her head as she dragged herself toward the door.

“Mmm… Anna? Honey what’s wrong?” Jess called from on top of the bed, her body still not having come down from its pre-orgasmic high.

“I’m sorry Jess, I-I like you, I really do, b-but I don’t think I can do this.” Anna had inched back until she couldn’t inch any more, pressing her back against her closet and bringing in her knees to press against her chest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do you next, us Australians aren’t just take and no give…” By this point Jess had managed to poke her head over the side of the bed, and her brow immediately furrowed in concern. “Anna? What is it, talk to me.”

“Look, it’s just—I’m sorry, you have too much money.” Anna said, shaking her head. She barely knew what she was saying, she just needed something that would make her understand, without letting her know the truth…

“What? Listen, honey, I don’t care that I make more money than you do. And if it bothers you that much, maybe we should talk about—”

“No! No, there’s nothing to talk about. It’s not your money, it’s mine.”

Anna heard, but didn’t see, the rustling of cloth as Jess drew herself up in indignation. “What, are you saying that you think I’m going to bleed you dry? That I’m some kind of gold digger?”

“No! Yes! I don’t know…” Anna finally looked up, and saw Jess with a flush that once again had nothing to do with the heat in the room.

“It pretty much went on like that after.” Anna said dully, the momentary spark of life in her eyes gone as she played with the ends of her hair. “‘Well let me know when you do know.’, she said, then slammed the door just as hard as she could.” Anna sighed, leaning back in her seat. “That was yesterday, so she’ll probably be back soon, but… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Even if she wants to make it work again, I don’t know what I can do different.”

Josh nodded, even as he coughed into his fist at some of the more uncomfortably explicit details of Anna’s sexual encounter. The fact was, he did know what she could do different, and he had it in his pocket.

He’d already changed one thing about the **** Breed; why not change more? If it made Anna’s life more convenient, surely it would do the same for others. In any case, did he have a good reason not to make those people’s lives more comfortable?

On the other hand, one screen over he had access to more money than he ever thought he’d see in his life. If he offered to buy Anna, or even just showed her that he had the money and let her come to the decision herself, wouldn’t that solve most of her problems? She wouldn’t even need to break up with Jess, if he didn’t make her. The question was, was he just being selfish?

Gah. Who knew living in a perfect world could be so hard?!