There’s Another Way

When I met Sinny, she was dating me as some kind of experiment. She was unsure of where she fell on polyamory, which was quite a problem since she had a girlfriend before we met. And despite the rumours of my Jezebelian ways, I preferred neat lines. We discussed our likes, dislikes, turn-ons and fantasies. She told me about her love for anal sex. “The only full-body sexual experience,” she called it. I confessed a couple of my own fantasies, of the spank and tickle variety. From this and more, I knew I wanted something real with Sinny not something filled with hidden memories stolen from her real life. Luckily, her girlfriend agreed with me that I needed her in my life. So, we began to date.

When I saw her “officially” for the first time, she took me out to a Vietnamese restaurant in the city. Having fulfilled all our obligations, this was the night we planned to finally have sex. To my dismay though, I felt my period start by surprise as we sipped Pho on the restaurant’s red lantern table. I excused myself to head to the washroom and check what damage had been done. I was still trying to clean up when I heard Sinny’s voice through the bottom of the cubicle, ‘Hey, where are you? Are you okay?’

I guess I had taken too much time there, and she was becoming worried.

‘Yes, but my period just started…’ I responded, trying not to sound too forlorn though I felt so. ‘I’ve got the menstrual cup in now, but I need to clean up.’ I hoped that she would leave it at that, but she responded, ‘Let me in.’

I pulled the dress up where I had rolled it down and leaned my torso forward towards the door to open the latch. After the click, she pushed the door open gently. Her narrow frame somehow still eclipsed half the light in the stall. She stood less than an arm’s length away from my body. She could see everything – me, contorting my body in the mirror to see my behind, and the stain on my dress that began this whole debacle. I was trying to wipe it clean with strokes of a damp cloth napkin from the tabletop pile. 

For another moment or so, I felt Sinny studiously take in the scene. In response, and to my surprise, she leaned forward and reached out to put her arms around me. With her left, she took the napkin. With her right, she moved me into her arms. She kissed the nape of my neck and said, ‘It’s going to be okay. Let me help you.’

Relieved, I melted in her arms in an instant. 

She took a fresh napkin from the sink-top pile, then dabbed a little water on it. Napkin in hand, she walked towards me and gestured at me. ‘Sit. I’ll clean you up,’ she said. 

She got down on one knee in front of me. Then she slid her hands under my dress. Her lithe hands began to wipe off my thigh, her clean-up job starting in small circles from the inside going outwards. As she got higher up my thighs, she used her arm to gently slide my legs further and further apart. I watched her gradual ascent. Mesmerised and enjoying her touch, I nearly forgot to exhale for a few breaths. Admittedly, it took very little stimulus to arouse me during my period. 

I felt my body pulse in agreement. The sight of her on her knees in front of me sent a wave of desire running down my spine. I wanted more. 

As she worked gently on, she ran a caressing hand over the delicate skin of my inner thigh. Kisses followed, sporadically, in places I could not even see but I could definitely feel. It made me shudder as her lips gently touched against my most unexplored skin. Then at some point, when the napkin was a little too dry for one spot, she dabbed the napkin to her mouth and wiped the last few spots of blood off of me using her saliva. I felt her hot breath and the warm liquid on that thin skin, and it made me gasp. She chuckled at my reaction.

Moving on to the other thigh, she made quick work of it. I was shaking with excitement by then, appreciating her touch. 

‘Breathe. Are you breathing?’ she asked. 

Nuzzling her face further into my thigh, I felt the vibrations of her voice through my skin and then through my ears. I exhaled, finally. I felt my prior exasperation leave my body with the exhale. 

‘You need to get out of that dress,’ she suggested, partly to me and partly to my groin. 

I obliged her and stood up. Inspired, I decided to give her a little show of it. I began by shimmying the dress’ straps over my shoulders. I looked at her and winked as one strap fell around my elbows and then the other. I held her eye as I swayed a bit. I noticed she was biting her lip. I mirrored her bite, holding the edge of my lips in the bite for a moment and then pointedly releasing it. 

‘Ohhh…’ she said, clearly appreciative of the private show. She leaned forward to kiss my stomach as the dress slid down. Finally, the dress hit the floor and left me exposed to the elements. My little black lace underwear set was doing little to compensate. I handed the dress to her. The sudden cold breeze made my skin swell with tiny goosebumps all over. Sinny, ever giving, handed me her denim jacket. She took the dress up to the sink and faucet. Running it under the cold water, she put a few squirts of hand soap on it and began to rub the soap in to get the stain off the dress.

‘Boarding school really did teach you well.’ I quipped. 

She chuckled again – ‘Too well, maybe?’

She squeezed out the excess water then held the dress under the hand dryer for a few blasts. The stain was almost gone, and the chiffony material was drying very quickly. Thank the fucking gods, I thought. I reached out to Sinny to return the dress. 

To my surprise, she held it out of my reach. After a little back and forth, she put the dress up on the door hook. Before I knew it, she was kneeling in front of me again. She gently pushed me to sit back on the closed toilet seat as I begin to realise that somehow, she still wanted to go through with the plan to fuck tonight. Luckily for her, I was feeling adventurous. 

‘I’ll give you your dress when it is dry. In the meantime, tell me, are you in pain?’ she asked. ‘I can help you with that…’, she said as she rolled her blue button down at the sleeve. It was rolled up to her elbow. We made eye contact, and I began to nod feverishly. Yes, I was in pain and yes, I did want her help.

‘Okay, but you’ll just have to be quiet…’ she said. I felt her index finger play along the edges of my panties as she pulled me closer in. Her fingers were pressing up against the black edges of the material, stimulating my outer labia, up and down. As she began moving towards removing those panties, I helped her. I felt the heat radiating off her hands. I shuddered in anticipation of where her next touch would be. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. 

As the panties slid off, she hiked my right leg up, so I was nearly squatting over the toilet. I felt a delicious wave of oxytocin release as the muscles in my body adjusted to being opened up this way. Our little washroom cubicle felt maddened with lust by then; self-consciousness flew out the window. 

Catching her breath, she paused to admire the view. ‘Fuck, you’re so hot…’ she murmured as she took some lube out of her pocket and applied it to her first two fingers. I watched intently as she did it. She had clearly done this many times before. I was about to ask about her extensive experience with period sex in washroom stalls when she shifted her attention back to me. 

‘May I…’ she asked, eyeing my lace-clad ass. I laughed when I realised what she meant. I nodded my head, yes. 

As she reached for me, I first felt the cold lube touch my warm body. It made me shiver; the contrast couldn’t be starker. After a few moments of getting used to this, she began making delicate, ridged circles around my asshole. Soon it was very small circles, where she went deeper with her smallest finger. It wasn’t long till she finally had a bigger finger sliding gently into my asshole. The feeling was familiar to me and oh so delicious.

‘Oh yessss, please…,’ I said as she watched my body react. We’d spoken about it for weeks, of course, but nothing came close to making it happen. She loved anal as much as I did. Maybe even more. It’s the forbidden fruit, isn’t it? 

As she got into it, she started a half-moaning and half-humming sound. In ecstasy myself, I was relishing each wave of her working her finger in and out of me. Each wave sent a new pleasure ripple throughout my body. That was why I briefly lost my mind as the heady mix of emotion, arousal, pain, and pleasure radiated through me. The pain was real, but the pleasure was also quite undeniable. As I got closer to orgasm, Sinny used her other hand to palm a little friction against my clitoris. I had told her before that this combination drives me wild. Before I knew it, I found myself rocking against her hand to get more friction going. ‘Don’t stop, I’m gonna cummmm…,enough ’ I whispered, and soon an orgasm spilled over into small firework sensations from my clit moving outward through my whole body. The intensity of the orgasm surprised us both.   

Just as I was coming back down to earth, I felt Sinny shift her body around me. She had her hands down my panties as she leaned near my ear to whisper something. 

‘Gosh, you’re nearly feral. So primal. Ride my hand, baby…’, she said. I felt her hand on my clit again and began to rock my hips into her hand. After a few minutes of her softly humiliating taunts, she made me pinch the soft brown peaks of my nipples. She looked me in the eye as I did it, as the pleasure built in me. 

Soon I could feel an orgasm start to build. It felt different than the one before – this one was like a ray of light that slid itself slowly across my body in a wave of tingling sensations. I closed my eyes to savour every sparkly second of it. As the orgasm peak came, Sinny reached over and used one of her now lubricated hands to reach behind me and put a finger back into my ass. Timed perfectly, she slowly rimmed it side-to-side against my sensation-filled sphincter opening. She pushed me over the edge with that. 

‘Fuckkkkk….’ I said, as I bit into Sinny’s shoulder to avoid screaming aloud. 

‘Ahhhhhhhhhh…. mhhhhhhhh…’

I felt my body rise and then drop while the orgasm consumed my body for a moment. In its final remnants, I felt it fade in my toes. Meanwhile, like the pleasure connoisseur that she was, Sinny watched her handiwork rapture through my body in silent glee. I slumped happily onto Sinny’s shoulder, content and satiated for now. Leaning against the wall of the cubicle, she held me for a moment and stroked my back gently. 

Then, I put my dress back on and went over to the mirror. Our rendezvous had given the dress more time to dry. I took it and put it on. I leaned into the mirror to fix up my lipstick. Sinny kissed my neck one final time then reached around my body to access the sink and wash her hands again. 

‘You’ve washed your hands twice now. I think handwashing is the lesbian version of foreplay,’ I said half-jokingly. She laughed, blew me a kiss in the mirror, and reached to open the door for me to leave the cubicle first.