A new perspective, and a new girlfriend

Sam was pacing back and forth in her front lawn. Her boyfriend had just put away the shopping bags they had amassed through the day and come back to meet her outside.

“So… what did you do?” he asked.

“I didn’t do anything, Pete. Why do you assume I did anything?”

“Because you have been walking up and down the lawn nonstop and haven’t stopped biting your nails ever since we got home.”

Sam timidly removed her finger from her mouth, something she genuinely hadn’t noticed she had been doing. She turned to the man who called himself her boyfriend. He was a head taller than her, had a buzz cut, lightly tanned skin, and soft features that contrasted heavily with his piercing green eyes. His ever present leather choker dissonated heavily with his otherwise simple and casual style of clothing. The two of them hadn’t known each other for that long, barely over a week, and yet she already couldn’t stand that one look he gave her, the one where she couldn’t help but feel **** and like she couldn’t hide anything from him, even if she tried.

“You know I hate it when you give me that look, don’t you?”

“I know you love it.” He affectionately wrapped an arm around her thin waist and kissed the top of her head. She tried to hide it, but a shadow of a smile played in the corner of her lip. “So, what’s going on?”

Sam extracted herself from his embrace, resumed her incessant walk, and began rambling:

“So, remember that one girl I mentioned? From earlier today? From the boutique? So, I… kinda tried making her into someone like you.”

“And did it work?” Pete knew better than to actually doubt or interrupt one of his girlfriend’s ramblings, but that didn’t stop him from being curious enough to ask.

“Well, no. Thing is, she told me she already had a girlfriend. They were gonna have their first anniversary this weekend. And yet I still tried that with her. But it didn’t work.” She didn’ have to look into Pete’s eyes to feel his judging stare at the back of her head. “Look, she was super hot, ok? Super cute in her flower dress, ok? And I was starving! And caffeine dependent. And, let's be honest here, I was horny.”

“Are you just making excuses, or…?”

“No, I know it wasn’t the best idea to steal someone’s girlfriend just because I thought she was hot. But you should have seen her though, you would have agreed with me for sure!”

“That she was hot? I don’t doubt it.” A pregnant pause grew between the couple in the lawn. Sam kept her neverending pacing up and down. In an effort to not let her get too inside her own head, Pete asked another question to keep her going. “So, who are we actually waiting for out here?”

“Welllll… it didn’t work for her, but right after she left, another woman entered the store and, well, it wasn’t much different from when you and I first met.” He nodded, she continued. “In the end I told her where I lived and she said she’d meet me here in a few. And, so, here we are, in the ‘in a few’.”

Shortly after Sam had finished her rambling, the revving of a motorcycle could be heard coursing down the street. A woman parked a very well polished Harley across the yard from the couple. She removed her helmet, letting her curly jet black hair cascade down to the shoulders of her leather jacket.

“Hey, Sam.” he whispered to her.

“Yeah, Pete.” she whispered back. He didn’t call her by her title, but she wasn’t really paying attention to that right now.

“What kind of girlfriend did you say you asked for, again?”

“I don’t remember. I was both caffeine deprived and starving, remember?”

As the woman crossed the garden towards the two, they got a better look at her.

She wore black high combat boots, her tight, ripped jeans hinted at the toned, lean physique of her legs. A hint that her short tank top, worn under a patched up leather jacket, was more than happy to confirm as it showed her firm midriff. A thin metal necklace dangled a single silver chain right above her breasts, her tanned brown latina skin welcomed it as the silver reflected the light of the setting sun.

Everything about this woman embodied certainty, a confidence in oneself as unshakable as primordial stone. That is why it was so shocking that, once she laid eyes on Sam, her once stern look and confident demeanor changed on a dime.

“It’s my new girlfrieeeeeend!” The motorcycle rider, leather jacket wearer, toned woman squealed as she ran up to hug Sam like she was her high school crush.

The latina held Sam up effortlessly, taking her off the ground with a single sweep. Now that she was closer to her face, Sam could actually see the genuine joy that sparkled in the woman’s eyes, the sheer happiness her wide smile portrayed as she finally got to hug who was, at least in her mind, her newest and greatest girlfriend.

“Wow, you’re strong! You’re strong! Put me down, put me down.” Sam asked and the woman gladly obeyed.

“Wow, you’re really here! I’m so happy to see you again. Hopefully we can get to know each other better this time around?”

“Yes! I mean, yes, please come in.” Sam waved her in, holding the door open for her boyfriend and her girlfriend to get inside. As she closed it behind them, Sam continued her welcoming speech. “Here’s the coat rack for your jacket, awesome jacket by the way, and you can feel free to sit on the couch, or one of the chairs, or even a desk if you want, you don’t…”

Sam lost track of her words once the woman removed her jacket, letting her muscles in plain view of everyone in the room. Her musculature wasn’t bulky, it didn’t prioritize strength like a bodybuilder, it was lean, toned and defined, like a piece of stone she carved herself for a very specific purpose. Not to lift any weights, but to handle resistance and endurance.

“Awn, look at that, she’s so cute when she’s admiring my arms!” The woman gushed and slapped Pete’s shoulder for emphasis.

“S-She sure is, haha…” Pete’s piercing eyes now took a shade of embarrassment, as he tried not to stare at the woman’s short top and exposed skin too hard. Sure, she was his girlfriend’s new girlfriend, but who knows what kind of relationship he would have with her and if this would be appropriate or not?! “So, I don’t think we ever got your name.”

“Oh, right!” The newcomer slapped her own forehead playfully. “My name is Iara, what’s yours?”

“T-This here is Pete and…” Sam slowly reacquired the ability of speech, but couldn’t yet look away from the women’s alluring figure.

“...and you are lovely. Little. Sam.” With every intonation, Iara took step after step towards her girlfriend, until they were face to face, with Sam backed up against the couch’s arm and Iara’s hand close enough to play with one of Sam’s colorful bangs and caress her cheek.

“Right… I am. That.” Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath to center herself. She could do this, she had done this before. She would take control of the situation again and break Iara in, like she did the others.

Sam opened her eyes, ready to talk, but two things drew her attention before she could open her mouth: one, how Iara’s eyes sparkled as her new girlfriend looked upon her once more, the biker bit her lip in excitement, in expectation. She had called Sam cute before, but the latina was just as cute now, lovesick and ready to shower her partner with devotion. And Sam was more than willing to give her the opportunity.

The other thing, however, was Pete’s gaze, which was locked in the small of Iara’s back. He wasn’t necessarily staring at her ass, but Sam could recognize the gaze of someone who was admiring a woman’s attractive figure, the way her back curved as she shoved herself onto her new girlfriend, her lean, carved muscles contracted with each of her precise movements. But also her ass, shown off by the tight jeans.

Sam snapped her fingers, taking Pete out of his daydream and placing him kneeling at the women’s feet.

“Awn, he’s so cute too, kneeling at your feet!” Iara continued to gush. “But, say, girlfriend, could you send him away so it would be just the two of us?” She bit her lip at the mere thought.

“Aren’t you going to make her say it, too?” Pete asked.

“Patience.” Sam answered calmly.

“Yes, mistress.” he simply responded, and began kissing her legs, as he knew he ought to. He lifted his girlfriend’s skirt so he could caress and kiss his way up her thighs. Sam didn’t wear revealing outfits, Pete didn’t know why, but she, for some reason, had decided to hide the perfection that was her body from the world. And so Pete had taken upon himself to show her how deserving of worship her magnificent figure was, at every opportunity he could. So, in that moment, Pete worshiped every inch of her.

“Iara, is it? Beautiful name, what does it mean?” Sam had her groove back, she locked eyes with the latina, her confident tone clearly had a positive effect on the woman’s cute and expectant demeanor.

“It’s the name of a local legend from where I grew up, my love.” Their faces were so close, Sam could feel her expectant breath on her skin, smell the woman’s strawberry lipstick as she spoke. “It is a woman with an enchanting tongue, she drags men and women to their deaths underwater with her voice alone.”

“Well, today we will put your tongue to the test.” Sam grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Their growing tension exploded in an exhilarating, intoxicating make out. Iara held Sam’s face with both of her hands as if she would disappear if she let go, and Sam held her neck with authority, kissed her sweet lips with passion, and slapped a grand handful of her toned ass.

“Yes! Yes, my love! Please, let me love you more.” the newcomer pleaded as she grasped for breath.

“Yes, you will love me more. Put that sweet tongue to good use.” The hand on Iara’’s neck moved to her shoulder and pushed her down. She gladly accepted her place beside Pete, both of them kissing each of Sam’’s legs, up her thighs, and up to her slit, where her hand was already stroking up and down.

Pete, however, pushed up, past his girlfriend’s waist, he lifted her shirt as he went up, kissing, worshiping the woman’s tight midriff. He reached her small breasts and kissed his way past them as his hands expertly removed her bra and massaged them with care and devotion. He arrived at her neck, removed her shirt, lovingly kissed his way up her ear, and whispered:

“So, is she any good down there?” He allowed himself a break from kissing his girlfriend so he could look her in the eye as she answered, and the sight did not disappoint.

Her eyes were closed shut, she was biting her lip in an extraneous effort to keep herself in control. He looked down, her hand was buried deep into Iara’s mane and Sam’s hips were already grinding her girlfriend’s face underneath that skirt.

“She is so freaking good, you have no idea!” Sam’s needy voice let out as many words as she could afford before she would start just moaning uncontrollably. Pete couldn’t see what exactly Iara was doing down there, but he could see her hands caressing Sam’s legs as she ate her out. “You gotta try her out later on, she… ahhrrnm… Iara, you’re so good!”

Pete felt just how much the encouraging words egged Iara on, as she bucked against his leg in an enthusiastic effort to deliver even more pleasure to their girlfriend.

“Why don’t we focus on making you feel good, mistress?” he said, as he dove down to kiss her neck, massage her breasts, and worship her with his whole being.

And so, Pete and Iara brought their shared girlfriend to the first of many, many, many orgasms they would deliver onto her for the rest of the night.