Secret Roulette: Blonde Craves Redhead

The six of them had agreed, two months ago, to stop pretending they did not want more than dinner.

Chloe was thirty-four, five foot four, a graphic designer with a blonde bob and breasts that filled a 34C as if the size had been cut for her alone. Selena was thirty-two and five foot ten, an architect whose red hair fell heavy past her shoulders and whose quiet attention made a room tilt. Vanessa was thirty-one and worked nights as a nurse. Brooke was thirty-three and owned a narrow bookstore that smelled of paper and orange oil. Anton was thirty-five, a chef with burn-scarred forearms and an easy grin. Declan was thirty-six and taught history at the city college, patient, precise, harder to surprise than he looked. Friends since their late twenties. Adults with keys, deadlines, and a private hunger they had finally said out loud.

The game was Declan's name and everyone's rules. Sexual roulette. On Friday night they drew secret numbers. On Saturday those numbers paired them, anonymously, at restaurants they did not choose in front of one another. One pair would be two women. None of them had ever had lesbian sex. All six had said they were curious, and the word had been treated as a real yes. Anyone could leave. Anyone could stop. No one owed a story after. The first night had been a success that still moved under their skin, satisfied and a little stunned, already restless for a second round.

Chloe had gone home from that first Saturday unable to set one picture down. Selena across a table in black, laughing once, low, a long hand wrapped around a glass. The want had started there, at thirty-four, not a day sooner, and it had only thickened. She thought about the line of Selena's throat. She thought about that mouth. She told no one, not even the group chat that still glowed with careful, happy silence.

Round two came on a Friday in her apartment. Six slips in a bowl. She had written the match the night before, her own hand tying her number to Selena's so both named the same corner table. She shuffled with a calm face. She watched each friend draw. When Selena's fingers closed on the paper, Chloe looked at the rug and felt her pulse in her teeth. Nobody asked. That was the rule. The rigging stayed secret, and so did the craving that had built it.

After they left she lay awake in the dark and did not take it back.

Saturday arrived cool and bright, the kind of early evening that made a tight dress feel like a decision. Chloe crossed the city in red that clung to her waist, her hips, and the full swell of her 34C breasts, the hem riding high on her thighs when she stepped from the cab. Beneath it she had left the light dusting of blonde hair on her pussy exactly as it always was, and her panties were already damp against that softness. She had not touched herself. She wanted the ache whole.

Selena stood as the host led Chloe to the corner booth. Emerald silk held her long legs and the heavy curve of her breasts, and her red hair burned under the lamps. Surprise crossed her face, then something warmer that did not bother to hide.

"It's you," she said.

"It's me." Chloe sat because her knees had gone unreliable. "I didn't know who the number would give me."

"Neither did I." Selena's eyes traveled the red dress and came back, frank, to Chloe's mouth. "I'm glad it's you."

They ordered sparkling water and plates they would forget. The first stretch was laughter, the soft shock of being seen. Then the hours opened the way good hours do. They talked about buildings and clients, about the first round without using names, about what it had meant to admit a curiosity and then survive the admitting. Chloe said she had never been with a woman and had thought about it more than she confessed in company. Selena turned her glass and said her thoughts had stopped being general weeks ago.

"I've wanted you," she said, low enough that the next table could not borrow it. "Not a woman in the abstract. You. The way you look at people when you think they aren't looking back. Your mouth when you almost laugh."

Heat moved up Chloe's throat. Under the table her thighs pressed. "Since that first Saturday. Your hands. How tall you are when you stand. I kept it to myself because I didn't know if I'd ever be allowed to say it."

"You're allowed." Selena's knee found hers and stayed. "Say the rest."

"I want you tonight. Not because a slip of paper put us in this booth. Because I do. If you want me, we leave. If you don't, we finish dinner, and I will still be glad I told you the truth."

Selena's breath left her in a slow rush. "I've been wet since you walked in wearing that dress. I want your mouth on me. I want to hear what you sound like when you stop being careful. Yes. I want you."

They paid without reading the total. Two blocks of cool air, fingers laced, neither of them wasting words. A clerk slid them a key. In the elevator Chloe's hand shook until Selena covered it, long fingers steady and eager. The room door clicked. Red faced emerald in the low light, and the hours of talk, which had been a kind of foreplay, finally ran out of patience.

They undressed each other with hungry hands and no performance. Chloe found the zipper of the emerald dress and drew it down the long warm line of Selena's back. Silk collapsed. Under it Selena wore only a thin pair of black panties, and when those were gone Chloe saw the pussy she had pictured in her own dark: waxed smooth, flushed, glossy, the lips swollen and already open with want. Selena's breasts were full, the nipples tight and dark pink. Chloe made a sound she did not know she owned.

Selena was less patient with the red. She peeled the dress up and off, kissed the tops of Chloe's breasts before the bra was gone, then unhooked it and filled both hands. "Look at you," she said against skin, and the words shook. She pushed the panties down and went still at the soft blonde hair, at the wetness stringing between cloth and slit. "You're dripping. God, Chloe, you're dripping for me."

"For you," Chloe said, and her voice cracked on it. "Only you. I want your mouth. I want to taste you. Please."

They fell onto the bed in a knot of knees and open mouths. The first kiss was messy and deep, all tongue, no manners. Selena caught Chloe's lower lip in her teeth and tugged. Chloe answered by taking a nipple into her mouth and biting, then sucking, then biting again until Selena gasped and pushed her breast harder against that mouth. They learned the rhythm fast. Bite, soothe with the tongue, bite, tug the hard peak until the other woman swore. Chloe rolled one nipple between her fingers while she sucked the other, and Selena's hand slid down and found her soaked, the light hair slicked flat to the swollen lips.

"Turn around," Selena said, wrecked, pleading. "I need you on my tongue while I feel your tongue on me. I need the whole thing. Say yes."

"Yes. Yes, get me there."

They locked into a 69 with Chloe on top, her smaller body braced over Selena's long one, her face between those endless thighs and her own pussy lowered onto Selena's waiting mouth. The first lick broke her concentration clean in half. Selena's tongue parted the lightly haired slit and dragged slow from entrance to clit, and Chloe's arms trembled. She answered by spreading Selena with her thumbs and licking that smooth waxed pussy in one greedy stroke. No hair. Only heat and salt and a sweetness that made her moan straight into the flesh. She sucked the clit, licked lower into the slick opening, then came back, hungry the way she had rehearsed alone for two months and never once gotten right.

Selena devoured her. Her mouth sealed over Chloe's dripping pussy and her tongue worked in firm, filthy circles, then flattened and pressed until Chloe's hips jerked. She sucked the soft inner lips, tugged them gently with her teeth, and slid two fingers into the soaked heat. Chloe cried out against Selena's cunt. Those fingers curled, searched, and found the swollen ridge inside that made her whole body light up.

"There," Chloe gasped into wet skin. "That's my G-spot. Right there. Don't you stop."

"I won't." Selena's voice was muffled and ruined. "Your pussy is running down my chin. Give me more of it. Grind on my mouth."

Chloe pushed two fingers into the waxed pussy and crooked them the same way, hunting. Selena's hips jumped when she struck that deep spot. The smooth cunt clenched and poured slick over Chloe's knuckles. She licked and fingered at once, tongue latched to the clit, fingers stroking the G-spot in steady, ruthless pulls, and Selena mirrored her, a matched hunger that built until the room was wet sound and broken moaning and nothing else.

They kept losing the lock and finding it meaner. Chloe bit the soft inside of Selena's thigh, then stretched when Selena arched and caught a nipple in her teeth again, biting and tugging the hard peak until Selena swore and fed it deeper into her mouth. Then mouths returned to pussies. Fingers returned to those aching spots. Chloe ground down onto Selena's tongue, smearing her dripping slit across lips and nose and chin, and Selena held her hips and licked like she had been starving. Beneath her, Selena's waxed pussy fluttered, flooded, juice slicking Chloe's cheeks.

"I'm close," Selena panted, voice cracking. "Chloe, I'm right there. Don't ease off. Bite me. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me—"

Chloe sucked her clit and drove her fingers harder against that G-spot, curling, pressing, relentless, and she bit the tender skin beside it just hard enough to spark. Selena came with a shout that broke into a sob. Her pussy clenched and then released in a hot sudden squirt that hit Chloe's mouth, her nose, her cheeks, a hard pulse and then another, soaking her face, dripping off her chin onto Selena's own stomach. Chloe moaned and drank what she could, licking through the rush, not stopping, wrecked by the taste and by the proof of what her mouth had done.

The shock of being covered like that threw Chloe over the edge. She ground down, crying Selena's name into the soaked, twitching pussy, and came so hard her vision went white. Her orgasm flooded Selena's mouth in a hot rush, dripping, spilling over lips and tongue, and Selena swallowed and licked and swallowed again, fingers still working that G-spot until a second wave tore through Chloe on the tail of the first. They stayed locked, mutual, ruined, licking each other through the shattering, nipples bitten tender, cunts clenching around skilled fingers, the sheets a dark wet map of both of them.

Neither pulled away until the aftershocks softened into small, helpless twitches.

They stayed sprawled and unwilling to separate. Chloe licked Selena clean in slow, tender strokes, gathering the last shine from those smooth waxed lips and kissing her swollen clit like a thank-you. Selena soothed her in return, tongue gentle on the sensitive, lightly haired pussy, mouth soft on the thighs she had gripped too hard. When they turned, the kiss tasted like both of them. Chloe made a small broken sound, and Selena held her through it.

"I loved that," Selena whispered. "I loved you on my tongue. I loved coming all over your face. I don't want to pretend I didn't."

"I loved all of it," Chloe said. "Your pussy. The way you bit me. How hard you made me come. I want you again."

They pulled the sheet up and left both dresses on the floor. Skin to skin, Chloe under Selena's chin, they talked in eager, sleepy voices about the next Friday, already planning how they might rig the draw so the numbers returned them to a bed like this. The scheming made them laugh, quiet and wicked, until the laughter thinned into breath and they fell asleep curled tightly together.

Curiosity had only been the story she told, and the truth was she would rig every Friday left to her to keep Selena's taste in her mouth.