Lemon Warning, For The Win: Part Two of Three. Fuhgetaboudit! Very much graphic F/F lemon and lime right here and right now... Enough of all the teasing and near-misses. We gettin' right up into this here and right now... And if you don't like it or are offended by it... You really should not have gone this far in the first place. Middle of the final chapter, ladies and gentlemen... Just in case you didn't read the first part of this warning.
It was funny how realizations got to people at the most inopportune time. As Shego finally began to look forward to getting some shut-eye in her own comfortable bed...
"Hey, Shego?"
Dread... If she wasn't so fond of the redhead that was to the left of her, she would have done something pretty offensive to her right about now.
"Yes?" She asked crankily.
"I just figured out something about Monique & Bonnie."
Oh come on... She just figured it out now? In a desperate attempt to keep things civil, she tried diligently to keep her eyes from rolling toward the heavens. The former rouge decided to feign interest, and go along with it.
"What do you think they're doing?"
"I think they're doing what we're about to be doing."
"Yeah, great," the black-haired woman replied. Obviously, due to her fatigue, she was slow with the uptake of the redhead's hints. However, when she felt a pair of lips encroaching the sensitive skin on her neck...
"Whoa, Kimmie..." The former villainess gasped as she felt her nightclothes and being unbuttoned and tossed aside. How could her girlfriend be in the mood this late at night? Was she ever tired? Her thoughts were put on hold as the skilled hands of the younger woman ventured down her body. Within moments, the redhead herself was traveling the same way her hands were.
Shego let out a lecherous groan as her lover continued with her assault.
Sure she was dead tired, but she could definitely stay up for this.
Doors were locked. Blinds were closed. Most of the lights were turned off, which meant, for lack of a better expression, that it was time to get down to business.
Being deadlocked in a perennial embrace whilst fumbling around didn't exactly prove to be the most simple or efficient tasks. However, the way the roommates were going at each other, it didn't appear as either were going to cease until they reached their destination. Both aquamarine and chocolate brown eyes were shut as both were almost too deep in their seizure, the duo moaned energetically as both tongues continuously danced for dominance.
The brunette's eyes widened as she felt the other girl attempt to lift her shirt. Looks like someone's into this. As if to hold serve, the tanned girl's hand grudgingly left Monique's ever-so-shapely backside and began to work the buttons on her shirt. After colliding into a couple of walls, they had finally reached Bonnie's bedroom—and her queen-sized bed.
With an almost violent shove from Monique, Bonnie landed softly on the cushy bed just in time for the girl to land softly and comfortably on top of her. She continued to unbutton the other girl's shirt while attempting intensely to conquer the dark-skinned girl's lips. The kisses became shorter and with ever increasing urgency. As if a vault was opened moments later, the night-haired girl's shirt finally came undone, revealing the upper body that lie underneath.
To get a better look, the former cheerleader broke away momentarily, then tugged the shirt off of her roommates shoulders.
Bonnie purred alluringly. Monique, now clad above her waist in only a bra, looked away, a slight blush on her face. Shaking away the uncertainty, she stared back at the brunette below her. One conclusion could be made from their gaze.
Bonnie wanted her, and goddamn it, she wanted Bonnie.
At a moment's notice, Monique pounced right back on top of Bonnie to continue what they had begun. The tanned girl's hands freely traveled up and down her bare skin. The sensations made Monique groan encouragingly. To say that the nomadic hands of her roommate felt good to her was a gross understatement.
Growing even bolder by the second, the tanned woman hand rested once again on the backside of the shorter girl. This time, however, she gave the shapely globe a good squeeze, which drew a surprised yelp from her partner above her
Seizing the opportunity, Bonnie rolled Monique cover, so that she would be on top. It didn't seem to bother either one in any case. Breaking the kiss abruptly, the brunette looked down toward her very willing partner. It was high time to take things to the next level.
Feeling the welcoming warmth of the girl below her, Bonnie eagely raised her shirt over head, and tossed it aside. Left only in her bra, she could almost feel Monique's eyes on her, and she was precisely right.
"Purple... I like," Monique said, licking her lips in obvious anticipation.
Be it the enticing words, or the gesture in itself, whatever it was, Bonnie's inclinations was to just absolutely rip this girl's clothes off and have her way with her right then and there... But that would come momentarily. Monique raised herself to meet the lips of the brunette. Both couldn't get enough of each other's taste. Within quick moments, the ex-cheerleader grabbed hold of her roommate's hands and them to the bid. Mitchell let out a gasp of surprise, followed by a satisfied groan as Bonnie began nibbling softly at her neck.
"Ooh," She cooed as her roommate traced both kisses, and nibbles up and down her neck and collarbone.
The brunette had to smile to herself as she continued to please the girl below her. This was her first encounter with a woman that had gone this far. Then again, by the way that Mitchell was responding to her actions, she wouldn't know the difference. She let her full and luscious lips move downward while her left hand spent time trying to unclasp her roommate's bra. Her right was already venturing toward the girl's midsection and threatened to go lower with each well-placed kiss.
In the back of her mind, Monique knew that Bonnie was probably no stranger to the bedroom, but damn... The brunette was making her twist her curvaceous body in all kinds of directions already. She kept her hands firmly wrapped the taller girl's back, urging her desperately to continue.
With a faint click, her bra was unclasped, much to the delight of one Bonnie Rockwaller. The garment must have been a rope to the brunette, because former cheerleader tugged vigorously at it.
"Eager much?" Monique asked wryly between gasps and moans.
"Yes," Bonnie replied with a hiss. She then landed a passionate kiss on her roommate's lips. The kiss went on for longer than the brunette intended, as the smaller girl's arms had wrapped strongly around her neck.
Not that she was complaining, of course.
Her decidedly able hands began to roam once again, until they reached a suitable destination; Monique's chest. Instinctively, she let her hands circle the chocolate-colored breasts. The low purrs that she heard were expected. Upping the ante, she decided to give them a little squeeze. Monique abdicated a short shriek. It would definitely not be the last.
In about a split-second, the restrictive garment came off of the dark-skinned girl's body.
The tanned girl took a long glance at her lover's chest. They weren't as large as her own, but were nicely rounded and more than adequate for her liking. What captivated her the most were the sepia-colored nipples that were very much erect. With another stroke of her lips with her tongue, she began at the other girl's neck, much to the excitement of Monique. The girl gasped as taller roommate ran her tongue to down the base of her neck and through her cleavage. Mouthfuls of breaths were sucked in as the girl atop of her began to lick around her breast. The brunette grinned, pleased with the fact that the more experienced girl below her was enjoying her fondling. She kept her mouth away until she got to the very peak on the sienna that was Monique's nipple. The former cheerleader knew that she was making Mitchell feel good, and the groans that she was hearing made her want to continue this further.
With the girl's left nipple firmly entrenched in her mouth, she let her tongue lash at the mound in a back-and-forth motion, causing the girl below her to throw her head back in ecstasy. Her right hand did the work on the right nipple, rubbing and intermittently squeezing it throughout. Her left was free travel past the girl's midsection and made it's objective to unzip the shorter girl's tight fitting jeans.
"Oh... oh... Bonnie!" She called out.
The tanned young woman thoroughly enjoyed what she was doing to her roommate. Abruptly, she released her mouth from the hardened peak, which caused Monique let out a plaintive sigh. Seconds later, though, the brunette brushed the very tip of her tongue against the right nipple. Before the girl on the bottom could do anything, her lover's very lovely mouth closed around the nipple. It was all too much for the dark-skinned girl. The combination of the wet tentacle that was running laps the solid nub and the soft suction of the tanned girl's lips had Monique gasping for breath whilst groaning to keep at it.
As if that wasn't enough for her, Bonnie's hand, which was previously at her midsection, was now at the waistband of her panties.
"...Yes, Bonnie... Yes," she said encouragingly between gasps and groans of rapture. "Do it..."
Bonnie enjoyed the salty taste of Monique's skin. It must've been a combination of her perspiration and her fragrances... Whatever it was, it was goddamn intoxicating and it was turning her on. Hearing the girl's request, she gave last swirl of tongue around the dark-colored nipple before continuing the tasty trek down her roommate's body. Her fingers poked inside the scant garment. For a moment, Bonnie was taken aback at what she had felt there.
Wetness... Looks like Monique was really enjoying this.
With a Cheshire-cat grin, Bonnie raised herself to Monique's level on the bed, to which she gave the writhing girl a sizzling kiss. As fast as she came up, she went back down. As she did, she let tongue tantalizingly bristle all of the girl's sensitive areas. On her way down, Bonnie glanced shortly at her roommate's bellybutton. Quite unlike her's, Monique's went all the way in. It was too sexy for her to not do anything with it. She kissed the spot, and swirled her tongue around the embankment of the girl's abdomen. Monique giggled girlishly as the brunette found her ticklish, yet erogenous spot. However, her chortles quickly turned back into moans as the brunette's fingers began to slowly work the girl's sex.
"Does that feel good?" Bonnie asked innocently.
Her answer was sharp gasp as she let one fingertip penetrate her roommate's vagina.
"Oh! You k-know it does!" Monique answered desperately.
The girl was at her mercy, and Bonnie knew this. From in between her thighs, she stared intently at the dark-skinned girl before flashing a cheeky smile at her.
"Ooh, Monique... You're so wet," she stated before briefly kissing the girl's inner thigh.
"I-I know," Monique shuddered.
"Am I doing OK?" She asked, her index finger still inside black-haired girl, her voice oozing with feigned innocence.
"Yes!" The girl now above her exclaimed. "You're doing great..."
The brunette, after hearing the nod... well, actually, cry of approval, finally came to the junction between her lover's legs. She kissed each thigh before slowly removing the submissive girl's underwear. After nonchalantly tossing them to the side, she moved ever so closer to the girl's clit.
"B-Bon... Please?" The girl murmured.
The brunette loved her captor's groveling. She parted the cinnamon-tinted thighs as far as they could go. She had never tasted the nectar of a woman before, but if it had tasted as good as her captor's skin, she was definitely willing to give it a try. As if in super-slow motion, she permitted her probing tongue to momentarily brush against the girl's slit.
Coincidentally, Monique let out the loudest moan of at that moment. The heart rate of the writhing girl increased a tenfold. Her words, her mind, and especially her hips begged the intruding tentacle to continue its exploration.
"B-Bonnie..." She quivered. "...Please?"
"Please, what?" Bonnie asked in an innocent, yet haughty tone in her voice.
She was being teased in the heat of the moment... almost typical.
"Please... Don't tease me!"
'Why not? That's half the fun,' the brunette thought as she brought her face back to Monique's center. She breathed in, the scent was almost overpowering. Her hands continued to trek all across her lover's body. It was torture for Monique; she had never been teased like this before, by male or female. Time after time, with each teasing tickle and thrust, Monique got nearer and nearer to her peak. Her swirling hips and repeated cries made it easier for Bonnie to notice that her roommate was ever so much closer. The former cheerleader decided that it was time to put this girl out of her misery. Lowering her head between the divided thighs once again, she let her tongue delve into the deepest part of the chocolate-skinned girl's crevice.
Monique's back arched violently as she felt the tentacle that teased her moments ago put a shock to her system. The girl below her was unrelenting in her assault. The brunette separated her well-toned thighs for as far as they could go as she continued to lap away at her sensitive bud. She knew that the girl above her was closing in, as her fluids began to dribble onto the bed.
"Yes!" She yelled, all of her inhibitions clearly out of the window. She couldn't believe that the brunette was doing this to her, but she wasn't sorry that she was. As her sex continued to be the lathered by the girl below, her chest thrust upward, her hips jounced violently... Almost too close.
Bonnie let her curious tongue deliberately swirl across her throbbing core, and that did it...
The dark-skinned girl let out a shriek as she came to climax. From all of the frenetic movements, she felt that she was about to black out.
Bonnie took her time in tasting the girl's essence. Her fluids tasted almost as good as her bare skin. She could definitely get used to doing that more often. Raising herself, the former cheerleader sidled up the entranced girl's side to take a good look at her... handiwork.
There was Monique, absolutely naked with an expression of total blankness. Her brown eyes, usually accompanied by a mischievous glint, were glazed over and dull. The sight of it alone aroused the brunette more than she herself expected. The aroma of sex filled the room as both remained silent.
Monique was the first one to speak up, sort of..."Mmmm," she moaned. Bonnie rolled to the side to face her lover of the evening.
"So, was that good?" The brunette asked, already knowing the answer. The girl's hips wouldn't have been gyrating like that if she didn't. The brunette's gaze went back toward the ceiling when she didn't hear a response for her bedmate. If nothing, it was definitely going to be...
...Her train of thought was immediately broken as a warm body climbed atop of her and a pair of lips plundered her own. She didn't bother to pull away as she knew how it was... Plus, damn! Mitchell certainly knew how to lock lips. Moments later, they both broke away
"Does that answer your question?" A revitalized Monique asked. Before the brunette had a chance to answer to her and that kiss, her roommate kissed her again. The brunette allowed herself to be swept away by the ardor-filled embrace of the girl above her. Before she knew it, she had been stripped of most of her clothing.
Now that Monique was in control, she was going to show her roommate the finer points of 'feeling good.'
End of Part Two