It had been six months since I kicked my useless sack of shit husband out. Then another six months of getting the courts to make sure he paid his fuckin’ alimony. I down sized to a smaller place on the outskirts of town, a better school district and plenty of space for my kid to get out of the house and have a normal life instead of hiding from her shithead bullies. She liked taking photos and being out with nature, and with me working, I could never take her—so the move meant a whole new, happier life for her too.
On the first day we moved in, the gal next door popped by to introduce herself and offered to help move our stuff in. Funny little thing, in her 30s like me, dressed like a teenage boy; a vest and goofy denim shorts just down past her scuffed up knees, tube socks and sneakers. Looked like she should be riding a skateboard down in the park, not going to PTA meetings. Told me her name was Dee, that everyone calls her “Diamond”. A Single Mom, with a kid same age as mine, going to the same school. She brought him over to help us out and my daughter took a shine to him. He was artsy like her. Dee’s feller had disappeared off the face of the planet, didn’t fuss her none, apparently he was even more of useless fuckass than my ex.
I liked Dee, she swore like a sailor and drank like one too. We knocked a few back that first evening, my treat to thank her for helping out. She was tiny but strong, biceps bulging as she took the big heavy boxes of books and photography equipment upstairs to my kid’s room. We shot the shit, and then shared a joint.
It was nice to have another woman to talk to, and actually talk, not fuckin’ nonsense about husbands or school bullshit. We talked about movies we loved growing up, favourite bands, stuff we were interested in.
Soon enough we were as thick as thieves, helping each other out with chores and the kids. Since neither of us had ever had partners worth a damn, we were used to doing everything ourselves so it sure was nice for each of us to have someone around to depend on for once, and we had skills that complemented each other. I could cook and was good with money, figuring out taxes and finance, and she was handy with a toolbox. Ran her own business, so I helped her out organizing her records and taxes. Saved us both a heck of a lot of time and money, and meant I didn’t have to deal with no shady mechanics or handymen wanting to rip me off or get in my panties.
Over the next few months I found out why everyone calls her “Diamond”, she listened to Van Halen all day every damn day—So that’s who was blasting out the stereo while we were barrelling down the highway in her battered old Dodge pickup to the Home Depot. Dee wanted to spend the weekend building a decking area between our two houses, so we could have barbecues. She even planned a hot tub she reckoned she could build herself. We left the kids watching that spooky TV show with the FBI agents hunting aliens, with that cute redhead all the boys were taking a shine to.
Dee was drumming away on the steering wheel and playing air guitar every solo, keeping the car straight with a precariously placed knee and singing her heart out the whole way. If you want to hang out with her you have to either already love Van Halen or learn to love ‘em. They were growing on me. The beers I was sucking down on the bench seat next to her were helping. I was more of a Pat Benatar fan.
At the store, we loaded the bed up with the wood and pipes and Lord know what else she needed. It was a hoot watching her wave the guys away who tried to help, her deceptively little arms rippling with muscles as she hoisted every thing from the trolley into the back. Then we bundled back into the crew cab of the Dodge, laughing as they slunk away in defeat.
Dee cranked the stereo up, opened up a soda to cool off, and lit up a smoke. We sat in the parking lot, sharing cigarettes as Hagar and Diamond Dave took turns to serenade us. Dee would pontificate throughout, highlighting the differences in the performances between the two lead singers, waving her cigarette around as she wildly gesticulated as she gave me the Van Halen 101 lecture. I’d heard it all before but it was cute watching her get worked up.
I sat captivated, not a fuckin’ clue what she was talking about but I dug her enthusiasm as I downed another can from the cool box. Finally she ran out of steam and sat sitting with one arm resting behind her head, blowing smoke out the window and people watching.
She had worked up a sweat carrying all that gear, damp patches on her black vest had formed round her tits and under her sleeves. She never wore a damn bra so I was getting an eyeful of side boob, and not for the first time. The breeze through the window was wafting her girl stink over towards me. She wasn’t dirty, she washed plenty, but she was always on the go like a battery bunny. It was always hotter than Hell in this state so she usually glistened with beads of perspiration.
Her little tufts of underarm hair were drenched in sweat. Surprised me that first time I met her, unusual in these parts. It wasn’t like some overgrown jungle, more like a neat little mowed lawn, tracing a pretty leaf shaped pattern across her pits.
The smell wasn’t half bad neither. It’d been so damn long since I caught a whiff of someone else’s scent in close quarters. I found myself anticipating the gust of air so I could get a good lungful. The beer and the heat must have been affecting me, I don’t know what the Hell I was doing.
I was getting a bit light headed. My eyes kept being drawn to the black hairs of her pits, the smooth bare skin around the damp hairs, the shape of her flexed biceps as her arm bent round the back of her head. If I tilted my head right, I could catch the sight of her chunky pink nipple down through the side of her vest. Peeping on her like a horny teenage boy getting his first peek at a tit. The music swelled during a particularly sappy moment, like some dumbass video on MTV. Little delicious looking beads of sweat dripped down her body, like she was a condensation soaked cola bottle. I couldn’t help myself. I don’t know what came over me.
I lunged right across that damn bench seat like a mountain lion pouncing on a poor little bunny, and I buried my face in her armpit. I ran my tongue right up the side of her exposed ribs, licking up every little salty droplet, then plunged my tongue into the furry crevice. Eyes wide open, awakened from her day dreaming, Dee shrieked at my deranged onslaught.
Coming to my senses I suddenly cowered back across the bench, curled up in the corner mortified as Dee stared in disbelief.
“What the effing fuck Charlene?!” she loudly demanded.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry Dee. I don’t know what came over me. I’m drunk. I’m sorry. Do you want me to get out?” I stammered apologetically, reaching for the door handle and fumbling with it momentarily.
We stared at each other for a Millennia, not daring to breath.
Then calmly Dee spoke.
“No Charlene. No I don’t want you to get out. I want you to come over and do that again.”
Silence. Nervous glances at each other as we waited to see how the other would react.
“You serious?”
Dee took a drag on her cigarette and looked me in the eye.
“Get over here and finish what you started.” She reclined back into her corner of the seat, arm raised around her head, that deliciously wet, fuzzy pit on display.
I looked around. We were parked in a secluded part of the lot, a few hundred yards from people who didn’t even give a shit. Dee kept smoking her cigarette, flicking the ash out the open window. She raised her eyebrows.
“Well come on then now Charlene. You instigated this. Get to lickin’.”
I tentatively shuffled back towards her until we were sitting, legs touching, staring into each others eyes, waiting for the other to back down.
Shit, she was fuckin’ serious. She wanted me to keep going. I didn’t know if I wanted to. I don’t know why I did it in the first place. I stared at her pit again. No longer virginal ground, I had already planted a pioneering flag. Why had I done that? I’d never so much as fooled around with another woman and I never licked no arm pits before. I licked my lip, the salty taste of her sweat still lingered on my taste buds, her scent trapped in my nostrils. It was intoxicating. Oh Jesus, I did want more. What was wrong with me?
Eyes locked to hers again, my tongue poked its way out my mouth, still waiting for her to smack me across the face or push me away. But she just stared back, waiting in a cloud of smoke, daring me to carry on.
I leaned closer, until I was looking up into her face, the soft tip of the hairs in her pits tickling the end of my tongue. Her musk was all I could smell and I was getting high off it, I think. I kept inhaling, letting it take control of my senses, the air thick with the stench from her sweaty body and the tobacco. Dee bit her lip in anticipation.
Ah fuck it.
I pushed my tongue down, eyes closed, savouring the taste, sucking the moisture from the hair, kissing and licking under her arms.
Dee wasn’t kidding about wanting more. She let out a loud cry.
“Goddamn Charlene, that feels so fuckin’ good. Get in there, girl.”
She placed her cigarette holding hand on the back of my head, ash falling from the butt into my hair. I didn’t give a one God Damn. The burning tobacco smell mixed with her sweaty stink was Heavenly, and the sudden force of her hand pushing me deeper into her pit, guiding me like a horny dude pushing me down on to his pecker got me wet. I munched and sucked away, the sounds of delight I was making were muffled, vibrating through her body as my face pressed up against her bare skin.
I licked and sucked at every little hair, using the tip of my tongue to flatten them out, then sucking them back up. I traced my tongue greedily around the areas of bare skin, replacing the sweat with trails of saliva as I drank down the deliciously salty brew. I grew bolder and began spitting on her, allowing little rivulets of drool to dribble from my lips, rubbing it in with my fingers and tickling her, making her laugh and coo in delight.
Dee bucked and trembled with every touch, getting into our new found thing just as much as I was. What even was this? Her chunky nipples were beaming through that loosely fitting vest, erect and proudly at attention, begging to be sucked and tweaked. The sensation between my nethers was burning fierce. I squirmed, my thighs rubbing together trying to alleviate the pressure. Dee was wriggling around too, but neither of us dared to allow our hands to give us a moment of relief, to go that one step further and give in to our primal urges.
Lost in a lust-filled stupor, I grabbed at her arm and pinned it behind her head, almost mounting her as I overpowered her. I reamed my tongue right across that furry field, all along the underside of her bicep, up to the elbow. Dee writhed and cursed as my tongue teased, tickled and tormented her. Her other arm was clutching at the outside of the truck. She slapped at the metal, balling her hand into a fist to pound against the steel in frustrated ecstasy as I tongue fucked her armpit. Her cigarette sat clamped between her teeth. Smoke billowed as she frantically puffed between cries of delight.
Van Halen blasted out loud the whole time. masking our carnal frenzy. I straddled her leg, desperately trying to get myself off by dry humping her thigh but Dee pushed me back off, glaring at me,
“Not yet, not until I cum,” she said, holding my face firmly with one hand. I nodded meekly, lips pursed from the force of her hand. She pulled my face back under her arm and I returned to lapping away at the one part of her she allowed me touch. I tried to grab her tit, wanting to rub one of those rock hard nipples, even pushed her vest aside to expose one, anything to help me get her off—but she slapped my hand away every time, letting her boob hang out the side, taunting me. I tried to put a hand between her legs, to frig that stubborn bitch off through her jeans but she pulled my hand away and pinned it around my back. I cried out as she twisted it a little, the pain multiplying the desire tenfold.
The overpowering strength she had just made the yearning in my panties worse. I could feel I was soaked through now, and I was nearly in tears as she forced me to carry on with my deviant deluge. I kept furiously licking as her cries and trembling increased intensity, until eventually she joined me, lapping at her own furry pit, her tongue wrapping around mine, wrestling each other to enjoy the salty feast.
Dee’s eyes were wide, unblinking, drilling into mine as she shouted out exuberant declarations of pleasure. I was doing it. I was making her cum from me eating her armpit. She shook and twitched beneath me as she climaxed.
“Oh Fuck Charlene, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
I kept spitting on to her tongue, lubricating our dual licking and drooling over her soaked pits as she shook from the orgasm.
Dee panted and tried to catch her breath as she finally relented and allowed me to stop, my tongue and jaw aching from my frantic performance.
“Holy Shit. What the fuck. What the fuck was that Charlene?”
“I don’t know. It’s fucked up is what it was. What the fuck, Dee?!” I stared at her. She stared back.
“What the fuck?!” we both said and then broke into laughter.
“I need another cigarette after that.”
Dee lit one up, passed it to me and then lit another for herself. I cracked open another beer and gulped it down, trying to re-hydrate. The truck fired into life and we roared out the parking lot back out onto the highway.
We sat in an awkward silence on the way home, as far apart as could be. Furtive, enquiring looks at each other, mouths opening to speak before quickly closing as doubts set in. I kept guzzling down beer while Dee chain smoked, occasionally shaking her head at whatever internal conversation she was having with herself. I was numb from the shock, not knowing what I was, who I was or what had possessed me. The only thing I knew is I liked it, and my cunt was still throbbing, unsatisfied and neglected. I fidgeted and tried to think about anything else, focussing on details in the truck cabin as if it was the first time I’d seen a damn window crank or glove box handle. Nothing worked.
Back home and inside, we tried to make innocent small talk, putting a charade on for the kids. Eyes rolling at the exaggerated tale of how Aunt Dee had embarrassed the entire male population of the county and disinterest as we listed off the shopping list of supplies we’d accumulated.
Dee whipped out her wallet, shoved thirty bucks into her son’s hand.
“Go take yourselves to get pizza and go watch a movie or something, get out of the house for a bit.” They didn’t need asking twice and vanished before I could think of an excuse for them to stay, to chaperone me and stop me from making a fool of myself again.
“Dee...”
“Shut up Charlene. I don’t know what this is either. Upstairs, now and we’ll figure it out.”
I locked eyes with her for a moment. Shit, we were really gonna do this. Before I could chicken out, I belted it upstairs, two steps at a time as Dee followed. I was still clutching the remainder of a six pack. I was on the bed already as she slammed her bedroom door shut behind her. I’d never seen her look so nervous before. We were giggling like a couple of idiot teens. She dashed over to the bed, diving onto it next to me, the springs squeaking loudly as she landed.
“Uh. Shit.” She laughed. “Now what?”
“Liquid courage?” I offered her a beer.
“Fuck. Yes, you’re already God knows how many in, and I ain’t even had one!”
She cracked the can open, spraying me a little with the fizz. I watched as she gulped half of it down in a hurry. She gasped as she took the can away from her lips, took a beat and then downed the rest.
“Beer me.” She held her hand out for another. Crack. She downed that in one.
“Okay, that got me nicely buzzed.” She hiccuped and we both giggled again.
“Look, Dee, we don’t gotta—” But I didn’t finish my sentence as she pushed herself on top of me and rammed her tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my legs around her waist as we made out. Okay, we’re doing this. Lesbianville, population 2.
The ice broken, Dee put my arms up over my head, exposing my armpits. Without hesitating, she moved from tonguing my mouth to running it right across each one in turn.
“Oh fuck, that is good!” I gasped. Unlike Dee, my pits were shaved, but that didn’t seem to put her off. I’d never felt anything like it. Almost tickling, but somehow different. It was more gentle, sensual.
“Damn, Charlene, you taste good.”
My legs tightened around her waist and I gyrated, pushing my crotch up against her, dry humping her.
“You horny little bitch, be patient!” Dee scolded.
“Please—it’s not fair! I need to cum!” I whimpered.
“Oh you’re gonna cum for me, honey.” Dee smirked. She buried her face into my pit, snuffling and slurping as she feasted on me.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed, her tongue hitting the right spots and driving my clit crazy. I pawed at her vest, groping her tits and pulling them free of the flimsy material. I pinched and twisted her nipples, causing her to shriek, but instead of pulling away, she let me play as she went to work on me. My hands explored her torso, feeling the hardened muscles hidden under a layer of softness.
“Goddamn, Dee! You’re ripped.”
Dee stopped and sat back for a moment and popped a pose, flexing her biceps.
“Hell yeah, baby.” She winked.
I felt a flutter inside, and grabbed at the bottom of her vest, pushing it up.
“Take it off! Take it off!” I begged.
Getting the hint, Dee pulled it off over her head, exposing her top half. I pulled her back down on top of me, kissing her chest, her breasts and finally getting to suck on the chunky candy-like nipples that teased me so bad before. My hands stroked and caressed her back as she loomed over me, grabbed my arms and forced them back over my head. I snapped and bit at her breasts as they smothered my face. Dee covered my mouth and I sucked and bit her fingers while she kissed my arms and then worked her way back to my armpits. Pinned to the bed, I bucked and gyrated, frigging myself off against her as she licked me clean.
“Jesus Charlene, you’re like a wild bronco, girl!”
Dee had to use all her strength to control me, I was going so wild. We were both glistening with sweat, making us even more desperate to run our tongues over each other’s bodies. As the moisture dripped from her breasts into my mouth, Dee drank from my armpits. I struggled beneath her, my sundress riding up, which allowed me to rub against her denim pants, wrestling with my bare legs wrapped around her. She had to use her whole body to try to subdue me.
Her tongue flicked like a snake’s over the most sensitive part and my struggling stop. My legs clamped tight around her and I shuddered and trembled. Little squeals escaped from between my clenched teeth.
I was so close. So damn, fucking close.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I breathlessly begged. The rapid onslaught continued until… until…
“Oh fuck!”I screamed out. It turned into a squeal and then trailed off as Dee refused to relent. My mouth was wide open but no sound was coming. I was delirious. I never came so hard like that before in my life, and it was hitting like waves, one after another. I started sobbing, tears wetting my cheeks just like the slick drenching my inner thigh.
Spent, exhausted, we collapsed into an embrace and a long, slow, salty kiss. Cracking open the last beer, we shared it along with a cigarette, passing the two between us.
“That uh… that was nice.” Dee finally broke the silence.
“Dee, that was the best I ever had, and we ain’t even done it yet.” I replied.
“Yet.” Dee singled that one word out. “You want to uh try some more stuff then.”
I looked her in the eyes. Her uncharacteristic nervousness was so hot.
“Yes. I do. Do you?”
Dee nodded. She nodded and smiled.
“Hell yes.”