Higher Highs, New Lows

We enter the familiar corridor and I turn to shut the door while I kick off my shoes, only to turn back into Elise's grasp and she forces her lips to mine. Not that I'm complaining, it feels like days since we last kissed, even if it's only been hours. Elise breaks the kiss and pulls herself in closer for a hug. For a few minutes we just stay here, in the corridor, just holding each other. I feel at home, so at ease with my arms wrapped my girl. My Moon.

"You make me feel lighter than air too." Her voice whispers my words to me. I feel connected to her, her breath on my neck, her chin on my neck, her hands on my arse. Wait a minute. I turn slightly to make sure I'm not feeling things. Yep. Definitely grabbing my cheeks.

"Found something you like?" I misquote her from last night. My answer is a passionate kiss to my lips, followed by my neck. "I'll take that as a yes." I gasp. Elise has the ability to make something incredibly sweet and unbearably sexy at the same time. My girlfriend calls off her **** just long enough to answer.

"How about we eat food later, and I eat you now?" She whispers huskily. As if I'd ever say no. I smile at her as I take her hand and lead her up her stairs, instinctively opening the door to her room at the top. I turn back and pull her into her own room, straight into another kiss. I undo the buttons on he blouse and pull it off, placing a kiss at the top of her right breast.

"Wait, wait a second." Elise pants. I stop instantly and look to her eyes, did I do something wrong? On the contrary, her eyes look like they have a plan. "Sit down." She requests, gesturing to the end of her bed. I follow her instructions as she shuts her door and walks over to the speakers among her assorted musical equipment. A few taps on her phone later and the speakers are playing a slow pop song, I can't tell what it is, but it soon becomes clear it's in French.

My attention diverts when Elise's fingers snap, her body beginning to sway to the melody, like the soundwaves themselves are passing through her. Oh God. She's not going to... She's absolutely going to. With one swift motion, in time with the drop of the beat, Elise reaches back, pulling down her shorts and leggings to her ankles, and carefully stepping out of them, before kicking them towards me. My body can't believe I'm witnessing my girlfriend stripping just for me. My pussy aches for relief at the sight, but resist the temptation to put my hand down the front my jeans.

My resistance is apparently clear to Elise, who smiles and moves closer to me. "Do it. I want to watch you while you watch me." She whispers, undoing the button on my jeans at the same time. Was she always this kinky? I remember her not having even seen a dildo not that long ago. Guess everyone's got their own style. I'm certainly not arguing and I unzip my jeans and slide them off my legs. My hand instinctively begins rubbing my pussy through my knickers, as Elise returns to her dance.

I watch the way her legs flow to her perfect arse, covered only by the underwear she borrowed from me. Her hands stroke from the top of her thighs upwards, drawing my attention to her bra-covered tits, before turning around and leaning against the wall with one arm, before looking back to me. The following slap she delivers to her own butt almost sends me over the edge. My knickers are soaked through, and that seems to be Elise's plan as she begins making her way towards me, spanking herself with every other step.

"You've got some moves." I observe, as she begins to straddle me.

"I thought about it all day." Elise confesses in a sultry tone. "What else do you want me to do?" She asks. I can't tell if she wants to take the lead, or be told what to do, but I know my answer immediately.

"I want you to finger me, like you did last night." I demand. Not gonna lie, it's been in the back of my mind all day. Elise looks me in the eye to confirm, I nod enthusiastically, causing a grin to form on her face. She leans in and kisses me, causing me to lean back until I'm lying on her bed. She pulls leg back over so she's laying by my side, and begins kissing my neck again.

I feel her hand on my boob through my bra, before in begins it's slow and winding path lower, lower, lower, until it's at the hem of my knickers. The arrival pulls a moan from my lips, as she continues into my knickers, gently massaging my pussy, which is begging for her entry at this point. Slowly, she begins to insert the tip of her middle finger, gently reaching further and further into me. I can feel her caution, but it's not what I need.

"You won't hurt me, I'm your whore, fuck me like it." I order her. My weak attempt at dirty talk clearly has it's intended effect, as Elise bites into my neck with renewed vigour. I feel a second finger enter my pussy, and the familiar motion begins to increase in rigour. "Fuck... Yes... Like that baby..." I moan, as I feel the electricity arc from my twat to my entire body. Every inch of my skin is covered in goose bumps, my hair stands on end, and I start to lose control of my breathing.

"The night we of the party... When I went to bed... I fucked myself thinking about doing this to you." Elise reveals in my ear. The idea fills my mind, of Elise desperately fingering herself, my name on her lips. The thought meets my aching body, and the reaction between the two sets off a chain reaction throughout my body, it feels like I'm having two orgasms at once. I can't contain the pleasure I feel.

"Fuck me Elise! Oh fuck. Oh fuck." I scream repeatedly, until my mouth is silenced by a kiss from hers. Eventually I regain control of my senses and roll her onto her back. "Now, you tell me, what do you want me to do?" I ask. Right now I'd do anything for her. She grins again, before reaching in her bedside cabinet.

"I want you to be the first to use this on me." She decides, producing the small vibrator from our trip to Trish's work. "I fingered you before you did it yourself, this seems fair." She explains unnecessarily. I want to see how much I can make her come with this, that's all the convincing I need. I take the device from her hand and hit the small button at the base to turn it on. The feeling is nice just for my hand, which increases my curiosity as to what it'll do to my now pent-up lover.

"Pants off." I tell her, which she instantly obeys. I trace the toy across her chest first, like she did to me with her fingers, before lowering it to the space between her legs, and position myself between her legs for a good view. I avoid her clit at first, instead rubbing it along the lips of her pussy. This causes an array of moans from Elise as it moves around her sensitive areas. The toy isn't big enough to insert very far, but soon it's time. I move the vibrator to the top of my girlfriend's cunt and tease her clitoris. Her breath is unsteady already, soon made more obvious by moans and pleads.

"Oh fuck... Please... Please.. Make me feel good... Please..." She begs. I finally meet her demands and begin rubbing the toy on her clit. The reaction is remarkable, Elise's face flushes red, I can feel the tension building inside her, and I know exactly how to tip her over the edge. I keep the toy in place with my left hand, and slowly begin to push two fingers into Elise's pussy, like she had done to me. I copy the motion and soon Elise is unable to control the feeling taking over her, she screams, she thrashes, and she begs me not to stop, and continues for almost two minutes straight.

Eventually, Elise's awareness returns, and finds herself in my arms. I kiss her forehead as she smiles into my eyes again. Both of us enjoying the afterglow, I'm not sure how long passes, but it must have been at least half an hour.

"Well, I'm glad you chose the second option." Elise giggles, stroking my cheek.

"Hmm... False advertising though, you didn't actually eat me out." I joke. Well, half joke.

"Yet." Elise responds simply, pushing her lips to mine. I certainly wouldn't mind round two, and return the kiss, my body prepared for its next treat. The next few sounds happen in quick succession. The door opens. Words in French. A scream. The door slams shut. "Mama?" Elise shouts in surprise. It seems Elise's parents weren't as away as we'd thought.

In a panic we search for our clothes. It's not like we can just hide in here, can we?