Disclaimer: Don't own them, please don't sue me.
Distribution: Flights.
Rating: R
Content: References to f/f relationship and sexual situations.
Summary: Sequel to Girlfriend, The Morning After, The Insecure One,
Outted, Nothing Beats That and It Begins. The first Lita/Kat date as per WWF TV.
So here we are, on RAW. The night of THE date. Strangely enough, the Hardy Boyz and Edge and Christian have early matches that are over with by nine twenty. So at nine thirty on the button, I go up to their dressing room. I'm wearing these black pants and a sleeveless baby blue top. My hair's loose and I fidget with it for a moment before knocking on the door.
Jeff answers.
"What do you want?"
"I'm picking up Lita. We're going out?"
"Why?"
"Uh..."
"Jeff, lay off," Lita says, coming out.
I chuckle when I see her attire. She's wearing this cute little baby blue dress and a black jacket. We're wearing the same colors.
"Great minds think alike?" I ask her.
"They must."
"So, you're ready to go?"
"Sure."
"Uh," Matt asks, "where are the two of you off to?"
"And when will you be back?"
"Well, Misters Hardy," I say while I'm making a face, "I thought we'd go out to dinner and then I'll have her back by midnight at the latest."
"Can I go?" Amy asks, almost eagerly, playing along with me, "uh, uh, Jeffie? Mattie? Can I go with Kat? Please?"
"You two are idiots," Jeff chuckles, going back to the dressing room.
"I'm with the bro on this one. And Kat, midnight at the very latest, OK?"
And Lita and I walk away, we burst out laughing. They are too cute!
Throughout the rest of the show, Lita and I are seen at a restaurant, having dinner, talking and laughing. After that, we're seen in a club, dancing the night away. The cameras even follow us to her hotel room.
"Thanks for tonight," Lita says, turning around to face me, "I had a great time."
"Thank me too. It was really nice to be out with someone and talk about something that didn't happen inside of a ring."
"Tell me about it. And you know what, even if you're doing with the Canadian idiots, you're pretty cool."
"Thanks, you're cool too. And that dress is great on you."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, it's very flattering."
"Thanks. I don't get to dress up a lot. It's fun."
"Good. Maybe we can do it more often?" I ask, hope evident in my voice.
"That'd be great!"
"Cool. Maybe Thursday night or something."
"I would love that. And maybe we could get Chyna or Molly to come too?"
"Huh?"
"All right," Matt says, opening Lita's hotel room door. "It's late and she needs to get to bed."
"Matt, shut up!"
Matt shrugs off Lita's comment and literally carries her into her room, slamming the door shut in my face. I turn back to the camera, looking confused.
"Chyna and Molly? Why the hell does she want to invite them out on our next date?"
As soon as I'm cleared, I go back to the room and knock on the door.
"It's me."
Jeff opens the door for me as I spot Amy and Matt lying on the floor, already playing video games.
"Hey sweetie," I whisper, straddling the back of her thighs.
"You saw me like 30 seconds ago," she says, with a quick look over her shoulder at me.
"Not the same thing. I was hanging out with Lita. Now I want to spend time with my girlfriend, Amy. You might know her."
"Give me a second, I just want to kick Matt's ass at this game."
I bend over her and gently move hair away from her ear and whisper a few suggestions in her ear.
"Jeff," she says, quickly jumping to her feet. "Take over."
"Are you two going to have sex?" he asks, grabbing the controls.
"We're going to make love," I explain, sauntering out of the room, pulling Amy behind me. "And play a few games."
Once we get to our bedroom, I grab an elastic band and pull my hair back in a tight ponytail.
"Strip," I tell Amy roughly.
"What?" she asks, turning around to face me.
"Strip, take off your clothes, get undressed. Fast. All I want you in is your pretty pink skin."
"Kat..."
"Now Amy!"
She quickly obeys, her eyes on me as I take off my top, revealing I've been braless all evening long. She gasps and smiles as I fish a black leather bustier from my bag. I put it on while she watches, carefully arranging my breasts over the top until the top of my nipples show. Then I take off my pants, revealing my solid black G-string and fishnet
stockings.
"Lie on the bed," I order her.
She moves quickly, and I see the playful smile on her lips. She thinks she knows what I have in mind.
"On your back," I tell her as I slide on a pair of hooker heels in black patent leather.
"Yes ma'am."
"Ma'am? No, no Amy, this isn't some dominatrix trick I'm on-- it's just something I've been dying to do with you."
"What's that?"
"Well, first of all, promise me something."
"What?"
"Enjoy and feel. That's all you have to do. Enjoy and feel. Think you can manage that?"
"Oh yeah."
Grinning at her, I reach into my bag once more and pull out several objects that have her pretty hazel eyes widening in surprise in shock.
"Yes-- these are some of the fantasies I've had with you. I want to literally fuck you, my little closet blonde."
I pick up the Red Devil eight incher and twist the base, engaging the motor. I stare at it for a moment and then I slide the tip of it into my mouth, thoroughly moistening it. I pull it out, somewhat reluctantly and lower it to Amy's right nipple. I watch her large, pink aureoles pucker in response and I grin at her. The leftover saliva makes the tip bright and shiny. I leave it there for a few more seconds and return the dildo to my mouth. I repeat the procedure a few more times until she's whimpering for me to make her cum.
"So soon?"
"Yes-- this is cruel and unusual treatment."
"It is? Maybe I should stop all together then."
"Don't you dare! Just give me a tiny little orgasm and we'll be cool."
"I can do that."
I lean over and fasten my mouth around the large circle of her nipple, trying to breathe the whole thing into my mouth. I love those nipples of hers, so large, begging for my mouth, my lips, my tongue, my fingers. I work at them until her body literally arches off the bed and she sighs with her orgasm.
"Was that good?" I grin at her.
"It was nice."
"Are you ready for more?"
"Is there more?"
"Of course."
I glide the still vibrating dildo along her body until I reach the apex of her thighs. I look down and bite into my lower lip. She is so wet. I'm still amazed by how I somehow manage to arouse her. I mean, come on, it's just me. Who the hell am I? Her lover, I answer for myself, that's who I am.
I open the lips of her pussy and scoop up her juices out and with her watching, I smear them all over the dildo until it's glistening.
"I'm going to fuck you with this," I tell her breathlessly. "You think you're ready for that?"
"Yeah..."
"All right."
I press the vibrator into her and in it goes, so easily with a wet slurp that makes my body tingle. I push it in and out of her slowly, watching delight, arousal, pleasure flash through her body, her face. Her fingers curl into the sheets, hover over her shiny body, tangle in her hair. Her throat emits sounds, her tongue winds around mumblings, her teeth let out hisses, from her lips escape nervous babblings.
I find her peak and take my hands off her, leaving the Red Devil inside of her. She looked up at him, the green of her hazel eyes flashing at me.
"What..."
"We're just getting started. Now, it's time for a little participation from you."
Slowly, I roll my panties down my legs and I straddle her body again, this time in a head to toe position, making my pussy sink down on her mouth. I don't need to give her any instructions and the moment that tongue touches me, I forget everything-- the double-headed dildo, the strap-on, the one with the clitoral attachment. My thoughts focus on nothing but the pleasure she brings me with that tongue of her.
It's pierced you know. Her tongue. In two places. The next time she pulls out her tongue and opens her mouth, think of the other one, further down her throat. When it comes to going down on me, she rules. Literally rules.
I mean, her tongue does things to me that I didn't know could be done. Is it because of the stud? I don't know. Whatever the reason, I love it!
Oh God, that's unexpected. This orgasm completely blindsides me and I collapse on top of her body, feeling like a rag that's been completely wrung out. I have no energy whatsoever, no even to blink.
"Was that good?" Amy asks, sliding out from under me.
I mumble an answer. I think she goes to the bathroom or something. I'm too tired to notice. When she comes back, she slides into bed next to me and starts nibbling on my neck.
"Amy, I love you, but I can't. You wore me out girl."
"It's a talent. But I still have a itch and a eight inch Red Devil stuck in my pussy to prove it."
"Well, how about you show me what you can do with it?"
"Really?"
"If you're game, naturally. I mean, I'll understand if you're not."
Never one to turn down a challenge, Amy goes to sit at the other end of the bed, spreading her legs and carefully manipulating the dildo.
"You know," she whispers, looking straight at me, pumping the Devil in and out of her body, "this feels almost like the real thing. Admittedly, this model doesn't heat up or shoot-- -o-o-o-oh, that's nice, very nice-- ugh, huh..."
Her teeth sink into very nice lips and she slows down her pumping. Her lids lift slowly and she pins me with her eyes. I don't move, my eyes straying to her bald mound, watching the red dildo slide in and out of her. The slight roar of the motor reaches my ears and I shiver in anticipation as she increases the intensity. Amy's head shoots back and she slumps down on the bed, letting the dildo slide out of her. I crawl up to her and gather her into my arms.
"Mmm, I think we should do this again."
"I think I agree."
"Now?"
"No. I'm too tired. Maybe later?"
"Sounds good to me."
What can I say? I always want to get laid after the first date.