Crash at home I guess

It was midafternoon by the time Lily finally left Quinn’s apartment. After the shower she’d explored every inch of Quinn’s body with her tongue, daring to go so far as to plunge it deep into Quinn’s puckered asshole while she held a little bullet vibrator on the vixen’s clit. To pay Lily back, Quinn had plugged both Lily’s holes with vibrators and rode her face until Lily begged for a break. They paused for lunch and coffee, only for Lily to drop down behind Quinn as she reached for something in a cabinet to eat her out from behind. Quinn knocked over a mug during yet another twitching orgasm, throwing Lily over her shoulder as she tiptoed through the broken ceramic to toss her prize down on the couch and devour her pussy once more. Lily had no idea how many times she’d cum, after a full twenty-four hours with Quinn (plus the interlude with Tom) she must have orgasmed dozens of times.

At long last Quinn regretfully informed Lily that she had to head out for an urgent mandatory band meeting. Non band members were strictly prohibited after a history of messy encounters, so Quinn sent Lily on her way with the promised record player and the vinyl’s she’d bought the day before. Lily had almost made it out the door when Quinn called out “Wait babes- one last thing!” Lily paused as Quinn ran back to her room and came back a couple minutes later with a plain black backpack “Promise not to peek in until you get home alright?” Lily promised and Quinn sent her off with a kiss and a slap on the ass.

Lily walked home on cloud nine, in utter disbelief at the whole slew of experiences of the past week. It was like a switch had flipped in her brain, she was bisexual, turns out she actually loved sex, and she really enjoyed being dominated and serving at her partner’s pleasure. It was a lot to process, a complete 180 from the mundanity of the months prior. She had been going through the motions, and now she wanted to grab life by the crotch to fall to her knees and pleasure it.

By the time she got home, Lily felt the accumulated exhaustion of her wild experience at Quinn’s house wash over her. Placing the record player down, she went over to her bed and fell face first onto her pillow, so utterly exhausted she forgot the look in the backpack. Sleep claimed her quickly, and she dreamt of blue haired rocker girls.