ALICE Ch 261

“This is not making me feel sexy,” Val notes as Erica resumes stroking.

Oh, hell no. She does not get to turn this around that way. It’s Erica who doesn’t feel sexy. Val’s curiosity about her cock is gratifying, but Erica’s used to women kneeling in front of her with looks of rosy awe on their faces. Val is supposed to be begging for this cock. Instead, she’s looking at it like a new Dr. Pepper flavor.

Val is also betraying her relative lack of experience. Yes, these past couple of minutes have felt like an eternity, but that’s just awkwardness distorting time.

Erica smiles at her.

“You look beautiful,” she says.

Val laughs. It’s cute. Erica feels a jolt down there. She’s getting close. Now, Val seems less interested in her dick than in her face.

“Feels really good, huh?”

It would if Val would let her concentrate.

Val’s mouth drops open as Erica starts taking big breaths.

“You really do like this. No shit.” Val sits up straighter. “Well, OK.” Without even the slightest hint of a flourish, she tugs her bra up to reveal her breasts. They’re small, and in the pantheon of Erica’s conquests, they would be utterly forgettable. In the here and now, Erica would do anything to get her mouth and hands on them. She lets out a shuddering breath that isn’t like her at all.

Val’s eyes widen as glittering semen spills to the floor.

Panting, Erica pulls a little more. Ejaculate is much less impressive and erotic falling on carpet than on skin.

Finally, she lets go and puts her hand on her hip to catch her breath. Val watches her run her hand up her stomach, over her breast, and to her sweaty face to push her hair out of the way.

“Feel better?”

Erica isn’t sure how to answer that. That orgasm hit harder than it should have, given that there was no human contact involved. It’s a little unnerving how Val’s flat chest affected her. It’s not the flatness that did it; it’s because they’re Val’s.

Val looks amused. Erica’s glad that she could entertain her. Val hops back up and straightens her bra.

“Good job,” she says. “Gonna clean that up?”

Erica watches her trot off to the bathroom. A minute later, Val emerges with her toothbrush in her mouth. Erica has done what she can with tissues under the circumstances, which Val does not react to. Erica takes that to mean that she is satisfied.

Val brushes, her eyes on Erica. This self-consciousness is a little new as Erica pulls up her underwear, then picks up her jeans.

“I had a nice time tonight,” Val says around the toothbrush.

Erica isn’t sure if she wants to laugh or cry.

“Me too,” she replies.