Tyla finishes putting on her make up. She's wearing jeans and loose red shirt.
Tyla answers the knock at the door and smirks at Ray who's wearing army style cargo jeans, a tank top . . . and gelled hair.
“Well look who's stereotyping lesbians now. I can't believe what you're wearing," laughs Tyla.
“Hey, I need all the help I can get. You look fantastic, you might end up going home with . . .”
“With myself and no one else! Now come on before I change my mind.”
They get close to the venue when Tyla suddenly stops. Ray turns face her. “What’s the matter?”
“I just realized I’m about to go into a den of lesbian women. I’m just a little freaked that's all.”
Ray grabs her hand. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”
Tyla nodded and they walked in hand and hand. Once inside, they find the place is alive and loud. Tyla catches her breath. “Oh….my….god!”
Ray looks at her.
“No, I’m good to go, so let's do it,” says Tyla unconvincingly.
They mingle for about an hour. Tyla recognizes people from her classes. She had no idea they were gay. She fends off a few over-eager girls. Eventually, she has enough of their attention and wanted to dance. Tyla goes to Ray and tugs on her arm. Ray is in deep discussion with a girl.
Ray pats her hand. “In a minute Tyla.”
Tyla grabs harder at Ray’s arm and leans in. “Ray, I want to dance and you promised. Excuse me. I’ll bring her back in a little while." Ray is dragged toward the dance floor.
Ray laughs. “Hey, I was busy!”
“You weren't getting anywhere and she’s not your type, anyway.”
Ray continues laughing and they begin to dance.
The music slows. Tyla wraps her arms around Ray and leans into her shoulder. Ray holds her close and they just sway together.
The music stops and Tyla excuses herself and walks to the restroom. When she exits, she scans the room. She spots Ray engrossed in a passionate kiss with a woman. For some reason, the sight saddens Tyla. She shrugs it off knowing it's the reason Ray had come. She goes to the bar and orders a beer. She writes a note and asks the bar attendant to take it to the girl she points out . . . Ray.
Tyla is heading to the bus stop when she hears her name called.
“Tyla, are you alright? Did someone upset you?” Ray’s questions seem frantic.
Tyla shrugs. “No . . . we achieved your objective which brings me to the question of why are you here and she's back there.”
Ray grins. “Well from your note, I thought you were upset.”
“No.” Tyla shuffles her feet. “You should go back, she seemed totally into you.”
Ray shrugs. “Hey, you and I came here together and we're going home together.”
“Rather defeats the purpose of the night,” laughed Tyla.
“Yeah probably, but it's okay. There will be other times, other women,” boasts Ray.”
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They share a taxi home and are standing outside Ray’s door. "Well guess this is my stop.”
“Yeah . . . I guess.” Tyla doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave.
“Would you like to come in for a bit?”
“Sure.”
Ray fixes drinks and turns to say something, but Tyla has disappeared.
“So I guess this is your room,” calls out a voice.
Ray follows the voice into her room “It is, but what gave it away?”
The room is filled with video cameras, editing equipment and a computer
Tyla smirks and points to a wall poster of Angelina Jolie.
They both laugh.
Tyla picks up video camera and examines it.
“Hey, hey, put that down! That camera cost me a lot of money.” Ray takes the camera from Tyla and hands her a drink.
“Jeez, sorry!” Tyla sits on Ray’s bed and rests against the wall. “So this is where you make the movies.”
Ray leans against the wall. “Well this is where I edit and upload them, but I don’t actually do the performances in my room.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“I love it,” she coos.
Tyla blushes. “So guys really pay money to watch two girls kissing?”
Ray is surprised at her curiosity. “Yes, absolutely!”
“So it's just kissing?”
Ray laughs. “Yes, but of course they'll pay more if you display more. You seem very curious, are you interested in performing?”
“Well . . . if it's only kissing it can’t be that difficult.”
Ray's eyes widen at Tyla's reply. “Ah, Tyla . . . are you suggesting you'd be interested in making a video clip?”
“I guess. After all, kissing is no big deal.”
Ray shakes her head. “Its not just a peck and it's over Tyla. A decent kiss needs to be at least four minutes of full lip on lip action.”
“Okay,” said Tyla.
“Okay? Listen, I don’t film girls that make decisions when they're drunk.”
“I’m not drunk, and it’s no big deal. I’ve kissed guys, so I think I can handle it.’
Ray is amused by Tyla’s innocence. “Kissing a girl is not like kissing a guy.”
“Ray, it’s just lips on lips. What could be so different? I’m not that naïve.”
“Okay, all those in this room that have locked lips with both genders raise your hand.”
Ray sticks her hand up and Tyla rolls her eyes. “What . . . ever.”
Ray moves to the bed. “You’re certain you want to do this?”
Tyla kicks her shoes off, her excitement building. “Well, I don’t see why not.”
“Okay, I’ll just see if one of the other girls . . .”
Tyla sits up straight. “No, not one of them! I wouldn’t feel comfortable. If you don’t want to do it with just me . . .”
“Relax Tyla, it’ll be just you and me. You can back out of this any time. If you don’t feel comfortable we’ll just stop.”
Tyla laughs. “Oh please, its just kissing, right?”
“Right . . .” Ray begins setting the camera up. “Oh, you need to remove your clothes.”
“I what? . . . Why?”
Ray turns around “Because guys want to see skin, not clothes. You can leave your underwear on. Like I said, if you don’t feel . . .” Ray stops in mid-sentence as Tyla takes off her shirt.
Ray is unsure whether Tyla is serious or just coming on to her. She quickly puts that thought out of her mind when she looks up and sees Tyla wearing only a pink lacy bra and matching panties.
Ray strips and sits on the bed. “Okay, a few do’s and don’ts and some personal rules. Firstly, make it look real. No fish lip kissing. It’s full mouth on mouth, pashing or whatever you like to do. Moaning is good. If you enjoy it, then go with it, but don’t go over the top like in those stupid porn movies. It’s so distracting and makes it hard to concentrate.”
“You concentrate when you kiss?”
“Yeah. Now don’t talk during the take, don’t cover your face with your hand and don’t cover my face with your hand. You can grab my face and neck but don’t block the view of the kiss”
“That’s a lot of do’s, don’ts and rules”
“I only have only one rule . . . no tongues.”
“Really . . . why is that?” asks Tyla.
Ray frowns. “Because . . . it means something different and has no part in what we’re doing.”
“But doesn’t it make it more sexy?”
Ray doesn’t answer.
Tyla laughs. “Okay, if you don’t like it . . .”
“I didn’t say that. It just means a totally different thing to me, so no tongues.”
Tyla salutes. “Okay boss, no tongue for you.”
Ray sits on the bed and opens her legs. “Okay, when I start the tape, we have 4 minutes to make it good. I prefer to do it in one take. I’ll grab your legs and pull you onto me and we go from there. You ready?”
Tyla nods.
Ray clicks record on the remote.
“Wait, no, hang on . . .” Tyla takes some deep breaths.
“Tyla!”
“No, I’m good to go, kiss me”
Ray shakes her head and smirks. She clicks record and reaches for Tyla.
Tyla shifts toward and stretches her legs to either side of Ray. Ray pulls her up closer and moves toward Tyla’s lips.
Tyla moves back a little. Ray slowly eases forward and lets her lips drift across Tyla’s. Tyla is slow to respond so Ray captures her lips again. Her hands reach under Tyla’s ass and pull her closer until their bodies are resting against each other. Tyla is a little overcome and gives out a groan when Ray grabs her face and snatches her lips a little more forcibly.
Tyla snaps into the moment and commences kissing back, a little harder than Ray anticipated. She pulls back slightly, but Tyla grabs her face and snatches another passionate kiss, her body pushing in for more contact. Ray’s hand slowly slides down Tyla’s arm and caresses the outsides of her thighs. Tyla is starting to gasp between snatches. Ray pulls back slightly to allow her a breath of air. She changes her position so her legs are now wrapped around Tyla. The clock reads two minutes.
Again Ray goes after Tyla who is now in full swing. Her hands stroke Ray’s face, then slide slowly down her arms to rest on her hips. Tyla feels herself falling backwards, but Ray slowly lowers her to the pillow without breaking the kiss.
Tyla moans again and runs her fingers through Ray’s hair. Ray wraps her arms under Tyla. Suddenly, Tyla wraps her legs tightly around Ray’s hips and pulls her down. Her body thrusts upward to meet Ray’s.
Both girls are caught up in the moment and neither hears the timer go off. Ray feels Tyla’s tongue slip past her lips. Ray moans and sucks it deep into her mouth, but suddenly opens her eyes and pulls back.
Ray gasps and shakes a finger at Tyla, who is laughing at her sudden response.
“I said, no tongues!” Ray laughs and slaps Tyla’s butt. “You naughty girl!”
Tyla points to the clock. “Well, how else was I going to get your attention?”
Ray swears when she sees 4 minutes and 40 seconds. “Sorry, just got . . .”
“Carried away?” Tyla giggles. “So do you think we did alright? Like, could it be put on your site?”
Ray is still reeling from the moment. “Uh . . . I don’t know. I’ll have to look at it.”
“Great! Turn it on so I can see it!”
“Really? You want to watch us?”
“Well, I want to know if I was any good.”
Ray coughed slightly. “Ah, I wouldn’t worry, you did . . . great.”
“If its not, can we do it again?”
Ray is still unsure whether Tyla’s enthusiasm is real or fake. She suspects other motives in Tyla’s innocent offer.
The two girls watch their performance in silence. Ray decides to test her instincts about Tyla’s motives.
“Well it came off okay, but it I guess it could have been better.”
“Well, let’s try again. I really feel comfortable with you.”
Ray gets back into position and sets the remote to record. They immediately get back into the kissing. Ray pulls Tyla close and snatches her lips. Tyla holds Ray’s face and slips her tongue into Ray’s mouth again. Ray pulls back with a startled look on her face.
Tyla panics. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why . . .”
Tyla attempts to leave, but Ray holds her tight. She begins kissing Tyla, her tongue slowly exploring her mouth. Tyla moans from her building arousal, her body is pushing hard into Ray’s.
With one hand, Ray lightly grasps and squeezes Tyla’s breast, her other hand glides across her stomach. Tyla breaks the kiss and looks at Ray. She reaches behind her back, unclips her bra and throws it to the ground.
Ray holds Tyla’s small mounds in her hands, squeezing them a bit harder, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples. Tyla rests her forehead against Ray, her breath quickening.
Tyla lies back on the bed and looks up at Ray. Her hands are roaming over Tyla’s body, running over her breasts and down to her panty line. She leans down and steals another kiss as she rubs her finger over Tyla’s panties and feels the wetness soaking through.
Their kissing intensifies and Ray slips her finger inside Tyla’s panties and into her wet folds. Tyla wraps both arms around Ray and groans.
“Oh Ray . . . Ray . . . please.” she murmurs.
“You are so wet . . . so beautiful and wet,” Ray coos and flicks her tongue at Tyla’s lips.
Tyla sucks hard and whines as Ray’s finger finds her spot. Ray leaves Tyla’s lips and slowly pulls Tyla’s panties off and drops them to the floor.
Tyla trembles in anticipation of Ray’s next move. Ray slips down, opens Tyla’s legs wide and buries her face between them. She sinks her tongue in, lapping up the over flowing juices.
The sensations overwhelm Tyla. “Oh fuck!” she yells.
Ray continues on unabated, riding Tyla around the bed as she bucks at each stroke of her tongue. Ray gently slips a finger into Tyla’s opening and begins thrusting it in and out.
Tyla’s moans get louder, her hips riding Ray’s finger. Ray dips down again and flicks Tyla’s clit with her tongue.
“O fuck! Fuck! Ray, Raaaay!” Her orgasm rips through her like a tornado. She continues to roll slowly on the bed groaning.
Ray moves up and looks down on her. “Tyla?”
“Ummmm,” is all she can muster as her body still throbs.
“So this is why you don’t do tongues.” Tyla laughs and crawls atop Ray. She nods toward the camera. “I don’t think I want this on the Internet.”
“Fucking hell I forgot!” Ray leaps up and turns the camera off.
Tyla laughs and catches Ray as she collapses onto the bed
They kiss on and off until Tyla grabs and removes Ray’s top. She immediately grasps Ray’s breasts and licks each nipple before drawing it into her mouth.
“Damn, Tyla!” she hisses at the sudden rush.
Tyla senses Ray’s excitement and quickly moves down to her pants.
“Oooookay Tyla, I think that’s enough.”
Tyla quickly removes Ray’s pants and giggles. “Why you slut, you’re not wearing undies.“ She shoves her face between Ray’s legs and thrusts her tongue into her pussy. Tyla wasted no time in scooping up Ray’s juices.
“Ohhh Tyla,” groans Ray. “I need to cum . . . now!”
Tyla backs off and smirks. “Hold off there Ray, I’m not done yet.”
Tyla continues to tease Ray, licking at her opening, flicking her clit.
“Oh now…now Tyla, please!” She holds Tyla’s head to her crotch.
Tyla opens Ray’s lips wide and attacks her clit, circling it, flicking it sharply. Ray rides her tongue, wailing loudly as she finally climaxes. . . hard!
Tyla sits up, pleased with herself. But she’s caught off-guard when Ray pulls her in for a fiery kiss, licking her own cum from Tyla’s face. Eventually the moment eases off and Ray collapses back onto the bed.
Tyla lies next to her. “That was just the most mind blowing sex I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah . . . mind blowing.” echoes Ray.
“I mean I still can feel it, my body is so . . . I have no words Ray.”
Ray rises and straddles her young lover. “So you wanna have some more mind blowing sex!”
Tyla pulls Ray down on top of her. “Yeah, com’ere and gimme some more!”
All through the early morning hours, Tyla becomes louder and more vocal with each passing moment of excitement and climax.