Mellow" - Story by Jeff Exilimar

Mellow Jeff Exilimar jeff_exilimar@yahoo.com

"Damn, Jenine, I am so ready for the weekend."

"Whatcha got planned, Lakesha?"

The tall lithe black girl tilted her head up in thought as she shut down her terminal for the week. "I thought I'd hit a bar tonight. Dancing... maybe more... I'm looking for some fun."

The perky blonde peered over the cubicle wall. "What kinda fun?"

"The guy kinda fun."

"Sounds great. Y'mind? I hate going alone."

"Nope."

"Ok. I'll meet you at your place around seven, and we'll head out from there."

Lakesha had just finished with her makeup when the doorbell rang. Smoothing out the tiny folds in her short red dress that clung to her body like a second skin, she moved to answer the door.

"Hi.", said Jenine. "I see you're ready for the night out. Nice dress. I wish I looked that good in red."

Lakesha looked over the girl in front of her. A tight sky-blue top wrapped around Jenine's largish chest, separated from a flowing black skirt by a silver belt that kept the material tight about her buttocks. "So you decide to wear a color I can't in return, eh?"

Jenine giggled. "Not by planning. But there's fun to be had! Let's go. I'm driving, 'cause this is your idea."

The two girls, dressed to the nines as they were, made quite an impact at the club Jenine chose. For the next few hours the girls spent a fair amount of time on the dance floor, but the men that night either failed to significantly attract the attention of Janine and/or Lakesha, or succeeded in completely alienating themselves from the two girls. Finally, at a little after twelve... and a little disappointed, Janine drove a slightly tipsy Lakesha home.

Lakesha opened the door a little hard, causing it to thud against the wall of her apartment. As Jenine entered she flopped into her easy chair and sighed. "Oh well. Another mediocre night at the bars. I should just give up on them. Never meet no one good."

"Whatcha mean?" Jenine asked as she sat down on the couch.

"I mean I don't find no men t' bring home. You can have all the toys in the world, but once in a while you don't mind a nice guy sometimes."

"Woman wasn't meant to live on plastic alone or something?"

"Right. And I, my friend, have had enough of plastic. But tonight I could barely find guys to finish a song with. I guess I'm just way too wound up girl."

Jenine shifted on the couch. She sat up and leaned forward, looking directly at Lakesha. "Just what were you looking to get out of tonight, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"How, ideally, did you picture your night ending?"

"Jenine, for some reason, tonight would have been perfect if I coulda got laid. I was just, dunno, in the mood. I wanted to find a nice enough guy to bring home, fool around with, maybe go down on him, and then..."

"Magic time?" Jenine chuckled.

"Yeah. If it was magic enough, he might get breakfast."

"So your night was defeated by a lack of penis."

"Right on. I sure would have liked some of that tonight."

"Any penis?"

"Right now, this talk has gotten hot enough for me to say just about."

"Good."

Lakesha kinda looked at Jenine a little odd at that point, an unusual statement that it was. She watched with a semi-interested look as Jenine stood up and moved behind her chair. There was a slight rustle, and a soft metallic tinkle, and when Lakesha finished rolling her head around to follow Jenine's movement around her seat she was staring at an eight-inch penis. Lakesha blinked. When she opened her eyes, the penis was still there. It was very pale, very rigid, and very real. She looked up to see Jenine taking off her sky blue top, revealing her soft, pinkish 38D breasts.

Jenine smiled down at the confused girl below her. "You said just about anyone would do. And I just happen to be able to provide."

Lakesha looked back at the hard fleshy rod before her, and before she knew it, had taken its length into her mouth. She reveled in the feel of the organ within her mouth, the slide against her lips, the spongy head moving along her tongue. Getting into the experience, she looked up into the blue eyes of Jenine. As Lakesha sucked on her penis, Jenine was rubbing and caressing her large bosom. The soft moans coming form her let Lakesha know that she was enjoying the action upon her penis, if in a higher register than Lakesha was used to.

Finally Jenine moved away, her penis making a small pop when it exited Lakesha's mouth. First putting a finger to her lips, Jenine stood Lakesha up and slipped the straps of her red dress off her shoulders. She then began to slide the dress off the tall girl, planting kisses on the dark creamy skin, taking the wonderfully dark nipples into her mouth as they revealed themselves on her 34B breasts. Her hands moved across her flat stomach as the dress finished it's descent in a pool of satin on the floor. Firmly they sat her down on the chair again and pulled her legs apart. A small flash of pink was just visible inside Lakesha's dark folds between her legs, and it was this that Jenine's tongue began to search for.

Lakesha gasped in delight and looked down her body at the swirling blonde mass of hair quivering between her legs. Underneath that hair was a fast, flickering tongue moving across her labia, occasionally caressing her clitoris. Soon, all too soon, the waves of orgasm washed up her body, causing her back to arch and her pelvis to move against the face of the girl licking at her most private parts.

As Lakesha came down, there was a small 'click' and her chair unfolded into its full recliner. Her sight was obscured by two pale soft breasts right before her eyes. She'd never thought of doing anything remotely like this, but her dark hands cupped the pink orbs, and as her tongue made contact with a cherry-red nipple Lakesha felt Jenine slide the full length of her penis into her now warm, moist cavity. She suckled on the hard nub of Jenine's breast, finally filled with a warm, naturally fleshy penis in her vagina. Her hips rolled with each thrust of Jenine's rod into her. She fully leaned back, her own dark breasts moving against the blonde's large chest, her dark nipples brushing against the glowing red tips of Jenine. Finally she felt the soft touch of another girl's lips upon her own, just as she felt the pulsing sensation of that same girl's penis coming inside her vagina.

Finally the girls broke their kiss, and with not a little embarrassment, disentangled themselves from the recliner. Lakesha looked at the now-softening rod of Jenine, enclosed in a latex sheath.

"Thanks... for remembering protection."

"I wouldn't want to knock up a co-worker. You're not going to mention this to anyone, are you?"

"First, who would believe me? Second," Lakesha stood up and hugged the suddenly surprised Jenine, "who knows when or if I'll need this favor again."

Janine giggled. "Well, if I'm available."

"Oh really?" Lakesha said. She took Jenine's hand into hers and gently guided her to the bedroom. "Well, you're available now..."

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