2. Locking Eyes with Layla Moon

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Layla Moon is kissing me. It's a gentle, sensual kiss that makes a hair on the back of my neck stand up, and my pussy throb. I have to hold myself back from letting out an ecstatic moan, not wanting to appear too weirdly into it and creep her out.

She makes eye contact with me and smiles expectantly, hoping to affirm my consent, and I give it to her by kissing her right back. We're in a back-and-forth battle of cute, hesitant pecs for a while, like two teenagers would do on a first date. It's a fantasy fodder on its own.

And then things get a little more intense. She's moaning against my lips, gripping me just a little harder with each kiss, pushing her body just a little closer to mine each time. I feel a tight pinch on the back of my head where she's grabbing my hair.

Our kisses grow more fervent, more desperate, as we continue, with more tongue, more teeth, more hands. Then she starts smoothing lower. She's kissing my neck as she runs her hands along my inner thigh.

She's certainly going to leave some hickeys. Normally, I'd roll my eyes at that kind of territorial display, but since these are hickeys from Leila Moon, fuck, I'll get them tattooed before they fade. My pussy is getting wetter with every stroke of her hand along my inner thigh.

Part of me wants to take the lead to match her passion, but feeling so wildly desired by a long-time idol is a high I don't want to come down from. I moan as she works her way from my neck to my exposed cleavage. I'd worn a low-neck top for the concert.

Lower, in fact, than anything in my usual comfort zone. Boy, am I glad I did. She wrestles my shirt off over my head, and I'm left with my breasts partly exposed, having wiggled partway out of my bra in the chaos.

We laugh a little bit when we notice, and she endows my clasp. When she puts her mouth around my left nipple, I swear I can see stars. My view is unmatched, Leila's head bobbing up and down as she circles my breast with her tongue, occasionally peppering it with love bites, sucking on it in between.

She's grabbing my other breast with her hand, giving it gentle squeezes, and rolling my stiffening nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I've never felt pleasure like this before. I've only been with a handful of women in my life, but it was nothing like this.

I didn't think anyone could make me feel like this. I'm desperate to reciprocate by now, so I make a desperate grab for the buttons on her blouse, my fingers trembling as I undo them one by one. When I get the blouse off of her, I'm delighted to see that she isn't wearing a bra.

Her tits are as perfect as they've always been in my bedtime fantasies. I have to take a moment and admire them, first with my eyes, then with my hands. Before I close my eyes and place a hard nipple between my lips, I can taste the faint scent of her perfume mixing with the passionate sweat we've worked up.

With the tip of my tongue, I trace her areola, trying not to grin as I feel it tense up beneath my taste buds. She can't help herself, and moans as she grabs a fistful of my hair. The sharp sting of her pull turns me on even more, knowing the pleasure I'm giving her is driving her wild.

I press my lips to her soft flesh, eager, desperate to take in as much as I can. When my hands aren't playing with her breasts, I'm making a mad grab for her perfect ass, still stubbornly covered by blue jeans. She's sensing my frenzy to take it a step further, and beats me to the punch, fumbling for the button on my fly before I can get to hers.

After a moment in limbo, our jeans undone, our hands resting for a second, she catches my eye. Let's stop playing games and finish what we started. I'm ready.

Well, I'm physically ready. Mentally, I'm still catching up with all that's transpired over the last half hour or so. I still can't believe where I am, how I got here, or what I'm doing.

But my panties are soaking wet beneath my jeans at the thought of where things are headed, not to mention all the excitement I've already had. I nod vigorously in agreement, and to avoid talking and sounding like an idiot, I decide to reciprocate her interest by gently tugging at the waistband of her jeans, wiggling them down little by little over her smooth, wide hips. With her jeans off, I see she's wearing a sensible pair of plain cotton panties, pretty in character for her, at least for her public persona.

But hey, they could have been clown print boxes for all I cared. All I cared about was that they were coming off, not to mention that they were growing wetter by the second. I wrestle the panties off her, and her gorgeous, natural pussy is on full display, wet with anticipation for my touch.

I'm moving my head towards it when she stops me and leaps up off the couch. Hang on a second. I'm confused at first, and a little anxious, until she roots around in her wardrobe trunk and produces a wand vibrator.

I can't be the one to have all the fun. She clicks the wand into the on position, and I'm so well trained by my own alone time that the sound of its familiar buzz causes a heartbeat in my pussy. She lays back down on the couch and spreads her legs, handing the wand over to me to get it in position.

I straddle it, lowering myself onto that sweet spot, and oh god. I have to reposition myself a little bit so I don't come too quickly. But once I have the pleasant, familiar pulses of the magic wand coursing down my labia, I part Layla's with my fingers.

She's soaking wet. I'm moaning into her pussy as I cover it in gentle kisses, working my way up and down her inner thighs and gently sucking the creases where they meet her labia. I can taste her juices where they've soaked her thighs.

She tastes so fucking good, and her cries from over my head are all the affirmation I need to tell me I'm doing a good job. It's hard to stay focused on the task at hand with the wand making me shudder and moan with ecstasy. I can feel my vocalizations making her skin vibrate where my mouth meets it, which only increases her arousal, so I don't take any care to keep quiet.

I want us to come at the same time. The timing's going to be difficult. The way I keep having to shift my thighs so the wand doesn't feel too good against me, but I'm determined to make it happen.

I circle her clit with my tongue, moving from there to deep inside her pussy and back again. I'm counting off in my head to make sure every part of her gets equal attention until I find that sweet spot, the one that makes her toes curl. I can taste every drop of her while my hands grip thick handfuls of her thighs, occasionally moving back towards her ass to feel it with just as much passion.

Her breathing is quickening, and she's whispering my name. But I know she's not quite there yet. My fingers slide right into her with ease, and I'm moving them back and forth, up and down inside her, sometimes with gentle, subtle motions, other times a more forceful change of direction, while I kiss, suck, and lick her clit.

There's no sensation in the world better than getting both of these spots at the same time, and it's clear right away that she agrees, because her sharp, quickening breathing is punctuated by moans. It's growing a little higher in pitch with each gasp. Knowing how close she's getting, I shift a little bit to allow the full sensation of the one to hit me again, and my heart is pounding out of my chest.

I only pause when I'm doing to cry out her name at the top of my lungs. It's getting harder to focus as the pressure and anticipation builds inside me. I'm getting so fucking close.

She's getting so fucking close. Are we really gonna do it? Can we really come at the same time? Oh, I feel so good.

Yes. Fuck. Oh, goddammit, yes.

Goddammit, yes. Oh, yes. Her back is arched, and she's gazing at the ceiling while wailing my name while I'm bucking uncontrollably against the wand, gasping for air and seeing stars.

Fuck. A little sensitive, I think, as I click the wand switch off and move it away from my clit. Leila chuckles softly and brings me up by my hair to kiss her.

My lips and chin are dripping wet from her pussy, but she doesn't seem to mind. So, Davina, can I have your number? Dreams really do come true.