Carmen Gets Snatched

Kelly did have a moment of hesitation back at her apartment when she got Carmen on her own bed with her panties down. It occurred to her, with the girl's smooth, young, wet, and ready pussy six inches from her face, that it was one thing to give in to letting an extremely experienced cunnilingus artist eat you out. It was quite another to try to eat out someone with that same level of experience yourself. She felt like a casual guitarist suddenly called up on stage to jam with My Chemical Romance. Or, you know, insert current reference here.

Was it right to call it Impostor Syndrome if she actually was an imposter? She was inserting herself into this sticky social web where maybe she didn’t have any business.

But she was already there, Carmen’s pussy was there, she couldn’t back out now. So she went for it.

Kelly did have some experience in this area (though none in the past two years), and found herself pleasantly confused by how… not terrible the girl’s cunt smelled and tasted. It was almost sweet. It was weird, but not a bad weird.

She ran her tongue lightly but insistently over the girl's button, while running her fingertips over her tight little ass. She glanced up and was relieved to see Carmen smiling.

“You have done this before, I can tell,” the Latina girl said. “Hey, Emma!” she called out. “You didn’t tell me your pet professor could snatch!”

Emma walked into the bedroom, just in her panties, cradling Kelly’s cat Buffy in her arms just under her tits. “I mean, I definitely did not know, though I could tell she wasn’t straight the other day. I can always tell when my tongue’s on a girl’s clit. Also, she’s not my pet. If anything, I’m her pet.”

“I mean, she’s a little bit…” Carmen gasped, trailing off as Kelly slipped a finger inside her, curling it just slightly to touch the right spot, then starting to fuck her with it. That used to do it for her girlfriend, back when she had one. Carmen threw her head back and with one hand grabbed one of her two perfect little tits, tweaking the nipple.

“Nice, Doc!” Emma said, her voice far more casual than Kelly would have been able to manage under the circumstances. She sat down on the bed next to them, letting the cat jump out of her arms. “Hey, do you have a strap on here somewhere? We could make a night of it.”

“Sorry, no,” Kelly managed, between licks.

“I should’ve thought about it when we were out,” Emma said with a sigh. She checked the time on her phone. “Everything in this dumb town is gonna be closed now. Do you think 7-11 sells dildos?”

Carmen looked down at Kelly and, in a very matter-of-fact tone, said, “OK, can you please give me another finger in there?” Kelly obliged, slipping a second finger into the girl’s wet snatch. “That’s good. And maybe a little bit faster, if you can? I’ll tell you if it’s too rough, but I don’t think it will be. Oh, there you go.”

Later, Kelly decided that Carmen in that moment used about the same voice that she would have used to order at a drive thru. Polite but firm, knowing exactly what she wanted.

“That’s good,” the girl said with a little more urgency. She leaned back on the bed. “Faster. Fasterfasterfaster…”

The words melted into some absolutely adorable little moans. Kelly flicked her fingers in and out of the girl’s cunt as fast as she could while still keeping her tongue moving over the girl’s sweet-tasting little clit. With a sly grin, Emma leaned down and began to lick her friend’s nipple. Carmen’s fingers began to grip the bedsheet.

“Dios!” the girl cried out, her voice suddenly very high-pitched.

Then Carmen opened her mouth again, but no sound came out. Her pussy spasmed around Kelly’s fingers.

A moment later, as Kelly got to her feet and Carmen lay back on the bed and basked in the afterglow, Emma asked her friend, “So, what do you think? Should I keep her?” It took Kelly a moment to realize she was talking about her.

Carmen looked up at Kelly and said, “Honestly, not bad. And I say that as somebody who considers herself kind of a snatching connoisseur.”

“A sommelier of pussylicking, if you will,” Emma put in, in a mocking, overly fancy voice. Her roommate slapped her on the ass in retaliation.

In the absence of a strap-on, Kelly ended up serving the girls some lemonade she found in her refrigerator. She felt overdressed in her t-shirt and shorts, and without really thinking about it, stripped down to her own panties as well for casual conversation on her couch.

At Carmen’s prompting, she admitted to having spent a year at one point living in a crappy apartment with a vegan named Lynn, who, though she did not eat meat, was very into munching carpet. Lynn had been the one who came up with that joke, actually. Their relationship had mostly been a happy one, and the two of them had a good time in bed, but it wasn’t the basis for them staying together or anything like that.

“But you like dick, too, right?” Emma asked. “Because I saw you with Shaun at the movie. That wasn’t a courtesy fuck.”

Kelly confirmed that she was bisexual, though she didn’t really think about labels much. Then she tried to change the subject, but stopped again almost as soon as she had started. She normally didn’t have any problem with invasive questions, but…

“So, when I was…” she tried again. “Like you said, that wasn’t my first time, and it’s been awhile, but I don’t remember… Well, you tasted…”

“Oh!” Carmen thankfully got it, and didn’t seem weirded out. “Did you like it? I take supplements. They’re supposed to make me taste like cherry, but I’ve tasted myself, I’m not sure they do, but... at least it’s a little better. I figure, I have people down there a lot, the least I can do is make it as pleasant as possible. And it supposedly reduced my chances of a yeast infection or a UTI, too.”

“Hey, are you using that scent I gave you?” Emma asked her roommate.

“Oh, the, uh, Spring Breeze?” Carmen replied. “Yeah, I have it on now, actually.” She turned back to Kelly. “Did you like it?”

It was the first time Kelly had ever discussed another woman’s pussy scent with her, but she had to admit, it was certainly better smelling than it would have been without it. Emma told her that “Pussy Scents” were big business these days, with porn stars often having their own brand the same way a celebrity might endorse a cologne or perfume.

“You should try it!” she urged Kelly. “Oh, not that… you smell fine, it’s just that, when everybody else is using them, if you want to fuck somebody and they go downtown on you first, they might get the impression that you don’t really care about their experience, is all I’m saying. If they don’t know you, that is.”

Well, that was good to know, Kelly supposed.

She then got Carmen to tell her about her plans to become a writer. Her abuela was very proud that she had gotten into college, even though she didn’t really read much of what Carmen wrote. After all, her writing could be a little… graphic.

“I’m always interested in the perspectives of people different from me,” Carmen said, somehow managing to sound like a serious intellectual despite wearing only a little pair of black panties. “Can I ask you, before you started this project, how long had it been? Say, since the last time somebody else gave you an orgasm?”

Kelly thought for a second. “Seven months? Maybe eight?” This brought audible gasps from the two younger women. “I could have,” Kelly insisted, slightly defensively. “It just wasn’t that important to me.”

“Wow,” was all Carmen could say.

“OK, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Emma said, firmly. “I am going to help you out. I am going to get you as ready as I can. Then I am going to take all of the surveys we got back and input them into a spreadsheet, because one of us has to, while you go out and get fucked. And you are not going to come back until you’ve gotten, not just fucked, but fucked. Not, you know, quickie in a movie theater fucked, but, like, all of the positions. You need to get fucked up the ass by a ginormous cock and then let the guy come your face. As soon as possible.” She turned to Carmen. “You wanna help?”

She shrugged. “I would, but I’ve got class in the morning and then tomorrow night’s date night with Katelyn.”

“Wait, you have a girlfriend?” Kelly asked.

“What, you think I can’t get a date?” Carmen asked. “Gee, thanks.”

“No,” Kelly said quickly. “No, I… I understand that you and your age group often don’t equate sexual relationships with emotional relationships. It’s honestly one of the things that’s hardest for people my age and older to get their head around. So… if I had just had sex with someone my age, and then found out afterward that they had a significant other and hadn’t told me, I would be upset.”

“You know this,” Emma pointed out to her roommate. “You love reading old books and stuff.”

“OK, but…” Carmen stopped herself and turned to Kelly. “Are you upset?”

“No, I was just surprised,” Kelly assured her. “I understand. But I should tell you, most people my age wouldn’t.”

“Most people your age, I wouldn’t want to snatch me,” Carmen said with a smile. “But good, I just wanted to make sure. Anyway, I know about it intellectually, but we’re not in Wuthering Heights or whatever. And… you said if you had just had sex and then found out. We didn’t have sex. You just ate me out. Not that Katelyn would have any problem if we did, and I had a good time, I’d be happy to do more, if you wanted to. When… when was the last time you scissored anybody?”

Kelly got the sense that if she answered honestly with “never,” that would open a whole can of worms. Instead she said, “I think that if you asked Heathcliffe and Catherine, they would consider oral sex to be having sex.”

“Speaking of,” Emma said, getting to her feet, “I’m serious. I am going to get you fucked the way you deserve. Are you in, Doc?”