Free (of the) Spirit (Patreon)

Sand Sarif needed a drink. Several, preferably. Over the course of several days in Central City—of all places—she had lost a husband and a fiancé, gained and lost Denny Colt, and gained the Golden Fleece, but it felt like she’d lost it. It hardly seemed to matter whether she had it or not now.

After she was far enough away from the action to not matter whether or not Commissioner Dolan changed his mind about letting her go, she slunk into the nearest bar, figuring any watering hole that a pit like Central City could offer would be pretty much as good as another. She was wrong, though. This one had something more to offer. This one had Silken Floss, who looked like she needed a drink herself.

She was wearing black: pencil skirt, black blouse cinched just under a black bra. The outer edges were hidden in the flow of the fabric, but the inner curves were visible, when Silken bent over or just when she breathed hard enough for her breasts to protrude as far as her tight bra and loose blouse let them. They almost overflowed from their cups.

Her legs were nice too—lacy nylons down to black pumps—and her eyes, accentuated by black-rimmed glasses—but the expanse of pale flesh that was her chest really took center stage, stretching unadorned, without respite, up from nearly her nipples to the crimson, nearly black lipstick that almost made her mouth a competitor with that gorgeous bosom.

Sand, as fate would have it, wore white. White blazer, black trim, white skirt, black belt, white shoes, black buckles. Her sun hat was white with a black band. Like some inverse of that Aryan goddess across from her, the dusky skin that was oh-so-apropos was only lightly leavened by make-up. Her pale eyes shone. Her white teeth flashed. Her lips were a shade of pink like child’s candy.

Maybe opposites attracted: that’s what drew Silken’s eyes to her and her eyes to Silken. That and Silken’s tits. The sharp intake of breath as Silken noticed her did amazing things to them. Sand wagged her hips as she approached, just to be clear she was no slouch in her own department.

“Silky,” she drawled at the minion. “Did you take my advice?”

“Sandy,” Silken retorted. “I thought it was time I give myself a promotion. I think the Octopus took the God business as far as it could go.”

“Smart,” Sand said. “I know a guy who’s a bit demigod. It seems like there’s limited career advancement.”

“Any tips on going from henchwoman to supervillain? I hear you went straight in.” Silken paused to consider her words, making them land harder when they emerged from those soft lips. “In Europe.”

“I just took what came easy to me. Like celebrating a gal’s promotion.”

“What’re you stealing?” Silken asked, husky as ever. “Just a few cocktails now?”

“I’ll see what I can get.”

They drank two highballs a piece. Silken vented some about her frustrations with the Octopus, a real customer if there’d ever been one, but concluded (drink two) by saying she’d miss the bastard. Of course, if she could admit that, Sand could give Silken the version of her and Denny that the Legion of Decency might clear.

“Y’know, it kind of gets me going to talk about this,” Sand admitted to her. “You know what I mean?”

“Oh, I know,” Silken answered with a slow, sultry smile. “Talking about a fella like that could get anyone hot and bothered. But we’re both smart enough to know better than to try and make it work. Instead of going for the impossible, we see the possibilities of what’s possible.”

“Such as?” Sand prompted.

“Like the song goes,” Silken teased out. “If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.” She took a long drink, then spoke even slower, even more huskily. “Maybe it’s easier for me. I know there’s no one out there who can live up to my expectations. There’s no perfect man for me. But I do know what’ll satisfy me. I’m sure you can understand. I know I’m an attractive woman; you must know how… delectable you are. Could you see yourself having fun with me or is this just me thinking of how much fun I could have with you?”

Sand blinked twice. “Are you saying that other girls turn you on? Make you want to…”

“Do all kinds of things,” Silken broke in. “The kind of things you’re thinking about doing right now, unless I miss my guess. And then some. Come on, Sand. Neither of us are late for Sunday School. As long as we’re being bad, let’s be good at it. And that’s even easier when there’s two of us. You can be good and I can be bad and we both can be naked, just as soon as I’ve paid for these drinks and gotten us alone somewhere…”

“Why pay?” Sand asked. “We can always be bad together…”

***

Sand had only rarely played with other women—men weren’t more fun, but she was better at the game than them. Silken, on the other hand, was a challenge. But that was no drawback. Having to sing for her supper meant it would be all the sweeter.

“I love to undress someone I’m going to fuck,” Sand said boldly.

She slowly unbuttoned Silken’s blouse, her hands lingering lovingly on the curves of her breasts under her gossamer bra. She couldn’t resist cupping them tenderly, caressing them through the fabric, feeling the trembling breaths that went through Silken and the stiffness Silken’s nipples responded with.

“Oooh,” Silken moaned, shucking off her blouse. “That feels good. Real good.”

“Get me naked,” Sand offered to her. “See how good I feel.”

They each undressed the other, gasping and giggling and moaning over every inch to be exposed. Passionate caresses were exchanged with each stitch of fabric that worked its way off their two perfect bodies.

“My, you are gorgeous,” Silken groaned, taking in the other woman’s statuesque height, every inch of it lovelier than the last.

She pulled Sand close, embracing her tightly, feeling the Latina’s bare breasts spreading out against her own. The crush of soft, eager flesh sent shivers of delight tingling all through her body. She was ready for whatever this little episode would bring, whether it was perverse or pleasurable. Or both.

Silken’s hands flowed into motion, drawn to Sand’s body as if by gravity. Slowly, lovingly, savoring every touch, she sunk her fingers into the swells of Sand’s hips. At the same time, with the same languid speed, her tongue unspooled from her mouth. It toyed its way up and down Sand’s lips until the other woman opened them, slithering out her own tongue for more.

Silken felt the inside of Sand’s mouth, reveling in the heat that went on into her tongue, the wetness that was teased in every kiss. It was like a little cunt with its own little pleasures—they weren’t as great as the opening between her legs but they weren’t the same either. And they didn’t overwhelm the deliciousness she savored with her hands, coaxing and soothing pleasure from the satiny flesh of the woman named Sand.

Sand’s fingers were no more idle than Silken’s were. Like her, she enjoyed fondling others too much to simply receive. She brought her palm up under Silken’s luscious right breast. It was fuller than her own, but as firm, as sensitive. She pressed it gently, fondling, exploring its warmth, grinning when her caress brought a tiny moan of Silken’s delicate little throat. The sound was as exquisite as all the rest of Silken Floss.

They panted now—savoring such voluptuous thrills was a strain on bodies built for love, not war. They felt each other up like they were going to war, their hands roaming freely wherever curves and satin-smooth skin took them. They each learned the other’s feel inch by inch, bodies quivering as they both explored and felt what it was to be explored. Their tongues twisted and tangled. They were searching too, but only for how potent the sensation could be, how sharply sweet it could feel to be kissed by another plump set of female lips.

Silken let her head drift down. She lowered her mouth to Sand’s throat, again and again, kissing the pulse of life each time she found it. With each kiss, she felt Sand’s body temperature rising until it was burning at her touch.

Her kisses ran lower. She mouthed the curve that swelled out from Sand’s chest until it was a mountainous peak of a nipple, then eased her way to the side, down one slope and up the other, to suck on the next rosy little tip. Sand’s nipples jutted out with luscious need. They grew harder, thicker, longer, as if soaking up the pleasure Silken gave them, becoming more sensitive and fitting more sensation inside them.

Sand sighed and groaned with lustful delight. Her hands clutched Silken’s head, her golden hair. She held Silken to her breast as the blonde sighed, sucked, moaned. Silken filled Sand’s heaving breasts with more and more sensation. Her own desire grew as Sand showed more enjoyment. Silken wanted all of Sand’s supple tit inside her mouth. Sand thrust her heaving breast out, telling Silken that she was just as eager to feel more of her lips.

Sand cooed and quivered. Her every little shake was an exultation in the worship Silken’s mouth was performing on her swollen nipples. Her lust was being satisfied tonight, but her satiation was quickly replaced by more wanton urges. A steady stream of desire that seemed like it would never end—not as long as she had Silken to practice on, to be pleased by.

Pulling at Silken’s hair now, she forced the blonde down onto the bed, onto her back. Sand knelt down over her, her breasts swaying enticingly before Silken’s hungry mouth. Silken kissed and sucked—the pleasure of her lips working rose up into Sand’s body like flickering flames until Silken stopped and thrust her chest up. Sand laid down on her, grasping one of her breasts in her hand and the other between her teeth.

She made warm, worshipful love to Silken’s tits, not stopping until her own had grown cold, the thrum of lust dying down in them. Then Sand offered them up to Silken again and found them greedily embraced by lips that had grown eager waiting to taste them again.

Their hands stayed in motion as each went from pleasuring to being pleasured and back again. Sand’s body was stricken with lust, feeling Silken’s hand delve between her open thighs and stroke her pubic thatch as if it were a fine mink pelt. She squirmed and writhed and continued serving Silken’s pliant chest, even as her hips writhed. Convulsive twitches shooting out from the electric shocks that Silken’s hand gave her, stroking her inner folds where they were soaked with passion.

Sand had to do the same to Silken. It was as much to satisfy herself as out of competition. At some point she had become so inundated with pleasure that giving it became the ultimate thrill. She ran her hand along Silken’s perfect body, stroking the sweeping curves until the inevitable swell of flesh brought her hand to Silken’s womanhood. She teased the wet little opening, marveling at the perfection of the small curvature that was Silken’s pubic mound. One more voluptuousness of Silken’s abundant yet elegant figure.

Silken shifted her shoulders just a little, so that one of Sand’s breasts was deeply merged with Silken’s mouth and the other rubbed against her cheek and hair. She wanted to get as much as she was giving. With a dame like Silken, both were equally luscious prospects.

“Oh!” Silken moaned as much as gasped. “Your finger just belongs in my cunt! I think I’m gonna come so quick I may embarrass myself!”

“Just relax and enjoy it, no matter what happens,” Sand urged her. “A girl’s gotta take what comes in her life—gotta be real good at taking…”

Sand’s searching fingers pushed at Silken’s labia, opened it wide, then petted the glossy inner flesh. She teased her fingernail over Silken’s tense little clit and felt the other woman’s legs quake like she was riding a charging horse.

“Hnnn,” Silken trilled out. “Honey, that feels… so… oh, I never knew I could feel this much and still not come!”

“Wait a minute,” Sand groaned, equally as lusty as the moans Silken was releasing. “You’re almost there, baby—just don’t stop with me. I don’t wanna be left out when you’re getting your kicks…”

Silken’s finger was on Sand’s clit, stroking and massaging, almost punishing the stiff little bud with sensation. And Sand jerked and sighed, feeling like she was being horse-whipped, she was being touched so intensely and on such a tender place. The only thing that made it bearable was how very slow Silken was, how very gentle.

With her middle finger buried in Sand’s womanhood, Silken moved her other hand up and around, turning Sand onto her side. The more she sucked on Sand’s breasts, she noticed, the tighter the girl’s cunt got around her finger. She lay down next to her, neatly fitting their bodies together like they weren’t possessed by pangs of ecstasy.

Sand opened and closed her eyes, somehow finding it shocking to believe she was really looking directly into the glistening openness of Silken’s pussy. That could only mean… she trembled, knowing her own juicy sex was just inches away from Silken’s gaze, from her delicious mouth.