Perfect Stranger

Annabeth Leong

Gretchen arranges a no-strings-attached good time with a stranger - but realizes too late that she neglected to specify gender. The woman she’s been set up with, however, has a fetish for first-timers and is all too happy to show her the ropes.

When the door opened, Gretchen Paul had only a moment to absorb that the person in front of her was a woman before being pulled into the sort of powerful, demanding kiss she had been dreaming about for months. She moaned in surprise as soft, strong hands stroked up her jaw and curled firmly just behind her ears, holding her in place. The woman’s mouth was more delicate than that of Gretchen’s last boyfriend, but that didn’t stop her from controlling Gretchen with it.

She started in deep and hard, claiming the entire territory of Gretchen’s mouth for later exploration, stunning Gretchen into acquiescence. Then she backed off slightly and seduced a panting Gretchen with more finesse, her lips, tongue, and teeth communicating that she could make Gretchen gasp or melt at any moment she wished.

Her body was light and small, but steely. She wore a vanilla cologne infused with masculine scents of oak and tobacco. She was shorter than Gretchen, but clearly in command. One button of her blazer rubbed Gretchen’s left nipple as they kissed, never letting Gretchen forget how hard it had gotten.

She released Gretchen with a cocky smile. “You should close the front door,” she said. Her voice was warm and rough as a cat’s tongue.

Trembling, Gretchen obeyed, feeling for the doorknob as if the kiss had struck her blind. “Maybe I need a minute to collect myself.” Her knees felt unsteady, and she worried she might fall over. Gretchen had asked a friend to set her up with a stranger - someone Gretchen had never met, but who was definitely clean and safe and interested in a no-strings-attached good time. After her last heartbreak, she’d decided she needed a good lay, nothing more, and it had turned her on to anticipate knocking on the door of a person, sight unseen, certain she was about to have sex. A person recommended by a friend had seemed like a better prospect than anyone she might pick up online or at a bar, and Gretchen had wanted to spare herself uncertainty, unanswered messages, and drunken fumbling.

Her friend had asked if she had any preferences as far as the stranger went, and Gretchen had replied that she had none. It occurred to her now that gender might have been a good thing to specify.

The woman who had kissed her into oblivion grabbed the left spaghetti strap of Gretchen’s dress and hauled her deeper into the apartment. “What if I like you better when you’re not collected?”

Gretchen got confused impressions of antique wooden clocks, elaborate cooking implements, and a wall of records. The woman wore suit pants with the blazer. Her hair was very short on the back and sides of her head, but longer on the top and styled into a swirly pattern. Her large glasses with black frames made her cheekbones seem especially delicate. Without makeup, a scattering of dark freckles gave variation to the coloring of her brown face.

Never in a million years would Gretchen have thought to seek out someone who looked like this, but when the woman directed her into a leather-covered armchair and straddled her lap, Gretchen’s cunt responded with a thudding, clenching yes that was shocking in its vehemence. “What’s your name?” Gretchen whispered.

“That won’t ruin the stranger thing for you?”

She shook her head. “I could make that old joke about needing to know what to scream.” In truth, Gretchen was still superstitious about the idea of first times. She had never been with a woman before. She wasn’t sure if she could go through with it - though the unexpected intensity of the kiss tempted her to try - but she certainly couldn’t with someone whose name she didn’t know.

The woman in Gretchen’s lap quirked up one corner of her mouth. “I probably should have been the one to make that joke.” Her fingers worked at Gretchen’s buttons, baring skin. Gretchen reached up for a sip of a kiss, but that turned into a gulp when her partner took over again. Her tongue had a drugging effect. Gretchen couldn’t think or breathe. She couldn’t lift her arms to pull the woman closer. All she could do was pulse and want and pray for more.

She feared her stillness would be taken for passivity or indifference, but the woman didn’t seem disturbed. She held the kiss until Gretchen’s thighs trembled and her skin itched with the need to be touched, until the arousal soaked through Gretchen’s panties and the scent of it was unmistakable, until Gretchen let out a single whimper of abject need. All the while, she expertly stripped Gretchen, peeling away the button-up shirt, undoing her bra with one deft hand, then solving the complicated fastenings of her skirt without so much as a pause.

Only then did she grant a reprieve from her sexual mastery and pull back long enough to let Gretchen find her breath again, and maybe a tiny piece of her brain. “It’s Melanie,” the woman said. “How are you? Do you still feel good about doing this?”

She removed her own clothing as she spoke, shrugging out of the blazer to reveal a thin white V-neck T-shirt, no bra to hide her large, dark nipples, and slender, wiry arms.

Gretchen’s mouth worked. “Uh,” Gretchen said. “I think so? We’re doing... some things I’ve never done before.”

Melanie smirked. “What haven’t you done before, Gretchen?” She touched one of Gretchen’s hard nipples with the tip of a short-nailed finger. “And tell me what you want to do for the very first time.”

Gretchen frowned. “You know my name. I didn’t know yours.”

“I didn’t ask to be set up with a stranger. Our friend Allison knows there’s something else I’m into.”

“Which is?”

For a moment, Melanie ignored the question. Instead, she leaned toward Gretchen’s breasts, examining them, blowing on them, her breath hot and soft, then cold and firm. She kissed the mole on the side of Gretchen’s right breast, then licked a line from there to the nipple. Her flickering tongue made Gretchen uncertain of whether she would arrive at her destination. By the time she made contact with the sensitive tip, Gretchen had made fists at her sides to prevent herself from grabbing the back of Melanie’s head and directing her there. Melanie closed her lips around the nipple, introducing herself with the lightest scrape of teeth. She suckled gently until Gretchen gasped, then harder until Gretchen moaned. Before Gretchen could settle into the sharp pleasure of Melanie’s mouth, the woman pulled away, wearing a satisfied smile.

“I’m into fucking virgins,” Melanie said.

“I’m not a virgin,” Gretchen replied automatically.

“Oh?” Melanie stood and stripped away the remainder of their clothes, yanking Gretchen’s skirt and panties down her legs, discarding the fabric on her patterned rug. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

Gretchen hesitated. She felt hot everywhere. She knew a person could blush down to the chest, but was it possible to blush down to her wrists, or down to her stomach? She glanced at herself, expecting her entire body to have turned a fiery red.

“You blush like a virgin,” Melanie observed.

In defiance, Gretchen parted her knees. She met Melanie’s eyes as she did, and experienced another shock of unfamiliarity and arousal. She was not used to that small, lithe, female body. A part of her brain kept saying this was wrong, she wasn’t gay, but her cunt responded to Melanie as to no other lover.

Melanie dropped to the floor between Gretchen’s legs. Gretchen shivered, not sure which part of her Melanie would touch, but wanting her anywhere and everywhere. She knew she was wet, and she wanted Melanie to discover how much.

“You sounded a little uncertain before,” Melanie said. “When I asked how you’re feeling about this. What do you think, Gretchen? Do you want to be fucked by a woman you’ve never met before?”

She lifted a hand and let it hover over Gretchen’s thigh. The potential of that hand nearly drove Gretchen mad. It could fall on her leg, her hip, her cunt. She clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering.

“You hesitate like a virgin...”

“Yes,” Gretchen said through gritted teeth. “I want it.”

“Tell me why you want to be fucked by a stranger.”

Gretchen chewed lightly on the inside of her cheek. This was personal. She squirmed under Melanie’s scrutiny, wishing she would bring that hand down somewhere instead of asking difficult questions. Behind the lenses of her glasses, though, Melanie’s eyes were dark and soft. Gretchen relaxed her jaw. “In the beginning, I know who I am and what I want. Once I get feelings, I don’t ask for things anymore. It’s harder to enjoy it. I’m too busy worrying about whether the other person is enjoying it.”

“You’ve never been with a total stranger before, though.”

It was a statement, not a question, but Gretchen shook her head in reply anyway.

“Are you enjoying it?”

Melanie’s hand came down at that, cupping Gretchen’s cunt. She applied pressure slowly, the heel of her hand working its way between Gretchen’s labia, one finger coming to rest against her clit. Gretchen could feel her wetness gathering on Melanie’s hand, her clit pulsing under her finger. She could hardly breathe. She wanted more, but she was scared.

“Well? What are you thinking?” Melanie asked.

Gretchen bit her lip. “I’m thinking that I want you to do more than hold it.”

Melanie grinned. She slipped a finger into Gretchen and curled it. She stroked a spot inside Gretchen, just at the edge of what would have been too much. An orgasm appeared, unexpected, Gretchen’s cunt rippling before she realized what was happening. She cried out, her eyes wide with surprise.

“You come like a virgin. And you moan like one.”

When Gretchen recovered, she rolled her eyes. “I lost it years ago, Melanie. I’m sorry if that disappoints you.”

Melanie only smiled and put a second finger into Gretchen. She rolled her thumb over Gretchen’s clit as she toyed with spots that had gone undiscovered by all other lovers. It brought tears to Gretchen’s eyes. It was the kind of pleasure that hurt. She wriggled in Melanie’s chair, half wanting to fuck the woman’s fingers and half trying to get away from the intensity of the touch. Her second orgasm took a long time, but Melanie showed no sign of impatience or weariness.

Gretchen’s muscles squeezed Melanie’s fingers, the weary ache of them emphasizing the sharp joy of the orgasm.

“Since you’ve done all this before,” Melanie said calmly, “we’ll just keep going.”

She worked a third finger into her. Gretchen made sounds she herself had never heard, somewhere between sobs and moans.

In other sexual encounters, she had felt obligated to perform well, to give a good blow job or to make him come (whoever he was). She wasn’t used to being swept away like this, pleasured into a dumb state where all she wanted was to be touched more, to be fucked in whatever way Melanie considered best.

She considered for a moment what that fucking might be like. Did Melanie have a strap-on? Lesbians always seemed to in porn. Was she planning to put her whole fist in Gretchen? Would she go down on her? Gretchen uneasily imagined herself reciprocating, and felt both disturbed and turned on. The first time she had been with a man, she had at least possessed a clear idea of what acts it would involve.

Gretchen wondered if that was why she didn’t want Melanie to call her a virgin. She was already in uncharted territory, already sitting in a stranger’s living room with three strange fingers up her cunt, coming repeatedly for a woman, more turned on than she had been in her life. Thinking of herself as a virgin made her feel even more vulnerable, and it made her behavior seem even sluttier.

Melanie reached deep into Gretchen’s cunt, three fingers undulating, touching her everywhere at once. Somehow, they felt larger than a man’s cock. Breath heated Gretchen’s clit, and there it was. Melanie’s tongue. Every muscle in Gretchen’s body tensed under the ecstasy of it, and she came again.

Before she had a chance to recover, Melanie’s fourth finger played at her entrance, pressing in beside the others. “Wait,” Gretchen gasped.

“Yes?” Melanie lifted her head. Gretchen was sorry she’d stopped what she’d been doing with her tongue, but grateful for the opportunity to catch her breath.

“What are you... I’ve never...”

“You’ve never what?”

“I’ve never been with a woman before.”

“Maybe you’re a virgin after all.”

Their eyes met. Gretchen considered the idea she’d always had about virginity. Why did one act count and not another? Why was a man’s cock the ultimate arbiter? She hadn’t wanted and feared it nearly as much as she did Melanie’s hand. “Maybe in certain ways.”

“Lots of ways,” Melanie replied. “I can take your virginity so many ways.”

Gretchen shivered, certain that Melanie could. “I don’t know if I’m ready for your whole hand.” Her body quivered. “I don’t know if I’m ready to come more than I already have.”

Melanie eased her fingers out of Gretchen’s body, but gripped her thigh possessively. “Do you know how hot that is for me? I want you to come back here another time and let me get you ready. I want to be the first woman you taste. If you’ve never given your ass before, I want it. I want to watch you squirm while you get tied up. I want you to tell me all the things you’ve never tried, and I want to try them.”

“That’s... a lot of things. We’d see each other a lot.”

“We don’t have to talk unless you want to. I can be a stranger if that’s what you need. We have good chemistry, and I want to play with it. You can come here a lot, or you can come here now and then. I’m open. You can ask our friend Allison if you want to be sure.”

Gretchen thought. The aftershocks of orgasm were still passing through her body. She understood what Melanie was trying to say. She could have freedom if she wanted it. This didn’t have to be a dating thing - not exactly, anyway. But a relationship was being offered, of sorts, and it was a relationship with another woman.

She’d wanted to fuck a stranger because she’d needed to feel good without the complications of feelings, but Gretchen wasn’t a fool. Even if she and Melanie never talked, they couldn’t do those things without developing feelings of some kind. Would she lose herself again, as she always had in the past? Would she find herself doing things to please her partner, and forgetting about pleasing herself?

Considering how she’d reacted to Melanie from the moment of that kiss at the door, it was hard to imagine anything that wouldn’t turn her on with this woman. Maybe, Gretchen thought, she needed to be introduced to some new possibilities rather than thinking she knew what an experience would be like. Maybe she needed to be a virgin for a while.

“Put all your fingers in me,” Gretchen said. “But still not the whole hand. That’s for next time.”

“Talk to me,” Melanie said. “Tell me more things you’ve never done.”

She used her fingers and tongue to make it hard to talk, but Gretchen tried.