Beginner

A young woman in a pale-blue sundress drifts up the sidewalk, petite, sun-bleached blond hair in a loose braid, long athletic legs flashing under the thin cotton, small handbag strapped across her modest chest.

She approaches the stand, apparently mesmerised by Lisa’s looks.

“Hi… how much for a small lemonade?”

Lisa smiles.

“Five bucks regular, ten for the big one.”

She hands over a five. Lisa pours one and places it in front of the woman.

“Thanks. My name is Lily.” She says with a sweet smile and nervous eyes. She takes a long sip, then another.

“This heat is brutal,” she offers, fanning herself with her hand.

“Tell me about it,” Lisa laughs. “Feels like the air’s made of soup. Do you live in the neighbourhood?”

“I am house-sitting for my aunt two blocks over.” She points down the street.

They keep chatting, how hard it is to jog in this weather, how the palms drop coconuts like grenades, how quiet the street is today. Lily finishes the lemonade but stays planted, holding the empty cup in her hand.

Lisa leans over the table, voice soft.

“You’re still here, sweetheart. That usually means the lemonade wasn’t the only thing you came for.”

Lily’s cheeks go pink. She glances up and down the empty sidewalk, then steps closer. “I… heard rumors. That you do… extras. Like the little sign says.” Lisa nods once, no teasing. “I do. Whatever the sign says, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Lily bites her lip. “I’ve never been with a woman. And I can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t even know exactly what I want, I just… want to feel it.”

Lisa’s smile turns warm, protective.

“That’s plenty to start with. Why don’t you add another ten dollars and come round back with me? We’ll figure the rest out together.”

Lily’s fingers tremble a little as she digs another bill from her tiny handbag and sets the ten on the table. Lisa pockets it with a wink, then waits for Lily to come around. They slip behind the stand, just a few steps into the dappled shade of the palms. Lisa spreads a clean towel over the counter and pats it once.

“Hop up, sweetheart.” As Lily sits on the counter, legs dangling over the edge, Lisa steps between them, close enough that the heat of their bodies meets first. She cups Lily’s face with both hands, thumbs brushing those flushed cheeks, and leans in slow.

The first kiss is soft, just lips, warm and careful, like they’re testing the air. Lily sighs into it, hands coming up to rest on Lisa’s hips. The second kiss lingers longer, lips parting a little, tasting lemonade and nerves. Lisa tilts her head, deepens it, and Lily opens for her without thinking. Tongues touch, shy at first, then bolder, sliding, curling, learning the shape of each other’s mouths. After some initial hesitation, Lily gives into the forbidden pleasure she has been pushing back for too long.

Lisa’s arms slide around Lily’s back, pulling her closer until their chests press together. Lily’s small hands slip under the hem of Lisa’s tube top, palms flat against warm skin, fingers spreading over the curve of her spine. Lisa answers by gliding her own hands up, cupping Lily’s small breasts through the thin cotton dress, thumbs circling the hard little points of her nipples until Lily makes a soft, needy sound right into Lisa’s mouth.

The kisses turn hungry. Tongues stroking deeper, wetter, breath coming faster, Lily tastes of lemonade. Lisa tugs the dress straps down Lily’s shoulders, baring her completely to the waist. She breaks the kiss just long enough to look, eyes dark, then dips her head and closes her lips around one pale pink nipple. Lily gasps, back arching, fingers threading into Lisa’s short curls. Lisa resists her pull and licks slow circles, flicks the tip, looks up at Lily, who is fixed on Lisa’s long tongue. Lisa then sucks gently, steadily, moving from one breast to the other, leaving them shiny and aching. Lily’s legs wrap loosely around Lisa’s hips, pulling her in, thighs squeezing every time Lisa’s tongue swirls just right. No man had treated her breasts like Lisa is doing right now.

“Show me.” Lisa commands with a whisper, stepping back a notch.

Lily gathers the pale-blue cotton in both fists and pulls it to her waist, revealing simple white panties already clinging from the heat. She sits, thighs wide open, knees travelling up.

Lisa kneels in front of her, hands gentle on those runner’s legs.

“Deep breath for me.”

Lily inhales, letting it out shaky. She can’t help it, she is fingering herself over the cotton.

“Good.”

Lily’s knees part an inch, then two. Lisa kisses the inside of one thigh, soft, slow, then the other, working higher with every kiss until Lily’s hips are already tilting forward on their own.

Lisa hooks her fingers in the waistband of the lace panties.

“Lift.”

Lily raises her hips. The white lace panties slide down toned legs and off one ankle. Lisa folds them once, twice, sets them on the corner of the towel like something expensive.

She looks up, eyes soft.

“You’re perfect. Already so wet for me.”

Lily whimpers, knuckles white on the stand’s edge.

Lisa leans in, and drags one long, slow lick from bottom to top. Lily jolts, a tiny shocked moan escaping. Her pussy is swollen and soaking wet, the lips are swollen with blood and excitement, the hood barely containing the clit.

Just then, quick slipper-slaps on the pavement. John appears around the stand, robe half-open, breathing hard like he sprinted the whole way.

Lisa raises her head, mildly annoyed..

“John, honey, I’m with a client right now.”

John freezes, eyes huge. “Please… just… can I at least taste you while you work? I’ll be hidden and quiet, swear.”

Lisa thinks half a second, and looks at Lily, who shrugs her shoulder. She does not seem to care, at this point.

“Fine. One peep and you’re gone.”

John runs behind Lisa and drops to his knees in a hurry. Lisa’s tiny denim shorts are tugged down in one motion, pooling at her trainers. He spreads her cheeks with reverent hands and buries his face between them, tongue sliding straight over her pussy, then higher, circling her asshole.

Lisa exhales through her nose, steady, and lowers her head again.

“I’m sorry darling.” she murmurs against Lily’s folds. “It can get busy sometimes.”

She licks Lily again, deeper this time, humming at the double sensation (John’s eager tongue lapping at her from behind, Lily’s thighs trembling in front). Lily has no idea there’s anyone else; her whole world is Lisa’s mouth, soft sucks on her clit, the wet sounds mixing with John’s muffled breathing behind the stand.

Lisa keeps the rhythm perfect: long licks for Lily, slow circles for John, like she’s conducting two songs at once and loving every note. She hums, pleased, and does it again, slower, flatter, letting the flat of her tongue drag over every fold. She settles into a rhythm (steady licks, soft circles, the occasional gentle suck on Lily’s clit), and she teases the tight entry to her pussy with the tip of her finger. She stays in this loop until Lily’s thighs start shaking and her braid is unraveling against her back.

Every time Lily’s hips try to chase her mouth and finger, Lisa pulls back just enough to make her wait, then dives back in deeper. Soon Lily’s whispering broken little “please… please…”.

Lisa slides two fingers inside, curls the slowly, and Lily adds her own finger to the party, playing with Lisa’s tongue and her own clit. Lisa’s tongue never stops.

Lily’s head falls back, mouth open, small breasts heaving under the bunched-up dress. She’s close—so close—when Lisa suddenly lifts her head, lips shiny, voice husky.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Use your words.”

Lily’s answer is instant, ****.

“Your mouth… please don’t stop… I want to come on your mouth as this man fucks you from behind.”

John’s head pops up over Lisa’s bum. “Did I hear right?”

Lisa grins, dives back down, and gives her exactly that, as John stands up and without notice pushes his engorged cock in Lisa’s wet cunt. He moves slowly, mindful of the importance of the moment, as Lisa is about to make this young woman orgasm.

John sinks into Lisa with one slow, careful thrust, hands gentle on her hips like he’s afraid to disturb the spell. Lisa moans into Lily’s pussy, the vibration making Lily cry out and clutch the edge of the stand so hard her knuckles go white.

Lisa’s tongue goes wild now, fast flicks on Lily’s clit, lips sucking soft then hard, fingers curling inside her in the exact spot that makes Lily’s thighs clamp around Lisa’s head. John matches the rhythm perfectly, long, deep strokes, quiet and steady, eyes locked on Lily’s face like he’s watching a miracle happen.

Lily’s whole body starts to shake.

“Oh god… oh god… I’m—”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her back arches clean off the stand, hips bucking hard against Lisa’s mouth. Lisa seals her lips around Lily’s clit and sucks once, twice, and Lily comes undone: a sharp, breathless cry, thighs trembling, wetness flooding Lisa’s tongue and fingers. John groans low, feeling Lisa clench around him from the taste of it.

Lily rides it out in waves, little after-shock whimpers, fingers tangled in Lisa’s curls. When the shaking finally stops she slumps back, chest heaving, braid completely loose now, blond hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

John pulls out slowly, cock flushed and dripping, hand already moving.

“Can I come, Lisa?” he whispers, voice hoarse.

Before Lisa can answer, Lily sits up on her elbows, cheeks pink, eyes bright with leftover orgasm.

“Wait,” she says, breathy but sure. “On me. Please. On my pussy.”

She spreads her legs wider, slides two fingers down her slick, swollen lips and holds herself open, red and glistening from Lisa’s mouth.

John’s eyes go wide. He steps forward, strokes twice more, then groans low as thick ropes splash across Lily’s open folds, painting her clit, dripping down to her entrance, mixing with everything Lisa just gave her.

Lily shivers at the heat, bites her lip, and lets out a tiny, happy laugh. She is fingering herself vigorously over John’s jizz.

“That’s… really pretty,” she murmurs, almost to herself.

Lisa grins, leans down, and gives one slow, possessive lick through the mess, tasting both of them. Lily jolts again, oversensitive, thighs twitching.

John exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years, tucks himself away, and drops the twenty dollar bill on the counter.

“Thank you, ladies,” he mutters, already backing toward the street.

Lisa spends a few more seconds lapping up all the sperm off Lily, then helps her off the counter, and steadies her.

“You good, baby?” She says with a mouth full.

Lily nods, glowing. “Better than good.” Lisa grabs the cup from the little fridge and spits the sperm into it, all while observing Lily compose her clothes.

“Come back anytime you need a refill.”

Lily smiles, her face is deep red. “Thank you so much.” She says with a wave goodbye, shoes still dangling from her fingers, and floats down the sidewalk humming, the late-morning sun catching every drop that’s still glistening between her legs.

Lisa puts her clothes back on and wonders what and who would be next.