21st Century Lesbian Erotica
"Edible Interface," an erotic sex story by Annabeth Leong
Alesha rubbed her eyes and noticed the time in the bottom corner of her computer screen. “Damn,” she muttered. Oleta was going to be angry. She fished out her cell phone and dialed her lover.
“I’m finishing up my mascara right now, Alesha,” Oleta said when she answered on the fourth ring. “This had better not be the call I think it is.”
Alesha hesitated.
Oleta sighed into the phone. “Let me guess. You’re on the verge of a major breakthrough in designing human-computer interaction, and so you don’t have time for any human-human interaction tonight. You want to know if you can make it up to me on Saturday.”
“I’m that bad, huh?”
“Yes. You are.”
“I’m sorry, Oleta.”
“Hell, forget it. You’re the only person I know who doesn’t hate her job. At least I don’t have to listen to you bitch about it.”
“I really will make it up to you Saturday.”
“I want you to know that I’m jealous of your damn computer,” Oleta said. “I wish you spent sixteen hours a day thinking about how you could interface with me.”
Alesha chuckled into the phone. “The interface there is pretty obvious.”
“No room for improvement at all? That’s good to know.”
The tone in Oleta’s voice made Alesha glance back at the computer screen. Did she really have to finish programming this thing tonight? “Oleta?”
“Yeah?”
“I wish I could—”
“I said forget it. But I expect magical things on Saturday.”
Maybe it was because she left work after midnight, loopy and hopped up on caffeine, but Alesha thought about Oleta’s wish for the whole forty-five minute drive home from Palo Alto. Sex had always been just sex to her: a biological instinct that seemed thoroughly intuitive. But Oleta was right that it was really an interface between two humans.
Professionally, Alesha knew better than to trust that any interface was perfect as is. So many times, familiarity disguised the imperfections in commonly used interfaces. And didn’t sex need some help?
Sex with Oleta was undoubtedly amazing, but it was so serious and intense. Alesha loved Oleta’s sense of humor, the good-hearted banter that she used even at times like tonight, when she was angry. Alesha wondered if she could invent an interface that brought out her lover’s sense of fun.
Alesha grinned to herself, applying her designer’s mind to memories of Oleta’s naked body. She had to get the vibrator out of the nightstand when she got back to her apartment, getting herself off to images of silicon chips strewn through Oleta’s bright red pubic hair.
“What should I wear when we go out Saturday?” Oleta asked.
It was late Tuesday evening. Alesha grunted in response as she steadied the bluetooth on her ear and steadied her soldering iron over the grid of circuitry spread out on her dining room table.
Oleta sighed. “I thought you said you were at home. You sound distracted. Are you working on another interface?”
“Sort of,” Alesha said, setting the soldering iron down in its holder. The smell of heated tin and silver filled the room, and she stood up to turn on the fan. “Listen, I don’t want all of this to be a mystery to you. I thought maybe you could come here on Saturday and I could show you what I’m working on this week. Maybe you could give me some notes on the user experience.”
“Is that going to be fun? It’s not going to turn into you working and ignoring me, is it?”
Alesha flicked the grid with one fingernail and imagined laying it over Oleta’s naked body. “Trust me, baby, I will not be ignoring you.”
It was hard to make it through dinner on Saturday night. Alesha’s mind kept slipping off into fantasies about Oleta and the interface. She jumped when Oleta snapped her fingers in the air between them.
“If you’re planning to go back to work instead of coming to my place, I’m ordering the most expensive dessert on the menu,” Oleta said.
“I want us to go to my place tonight.”
“Right. You want to show me that interface.”
Alesha couldn’t stop a slow, lascivious smile from spreading over her face. Oleta raised an eyebrow.
“What the hell kind of interface is it?” Oleta grinned.
“You’ll see.”
“Maybe I’ll skip dessert, then.”
They’d only been to Alesha’s place a few times, even though they’d been dating about six months. Alesha still felt embarrassed by the mess of half-deconstructed hardware shoved into every corner, her massive library of geeky books and movies, and her collection of vintage game consoles.
Taking a deep breath, she left Oleta in the living room while she went into the bedroom to prepare the device she had built.
“You should explain all this to me sometime,” Oleta called.
“You’d really want to know about it?”
“Yeah. I want to know what could possibly obsess you more than my naked body.”
Alesha grinned and returned to the living room. “Probably not much. I think I need a comparison. Let’s try your naked body up against that old server.”
Oleta wore a bright green cocktail dress that matched her eyes. Alesha put a hand to the side of her face, enjoying as always the contrast of her dark skin against Oleta’s creamy white complexion. She kissed her slowly, but felt too impatient to keep up that pace. She fumbled with the zipper at the back of Oleta’s dress with one hand and pulled up her skirt to get to her panties with the other.
“Whoa,” Oleta laughed. “No offense, but I want this dress in one piece in the morning.” She pulled away and slipped it off herself, making flirty eyes at Alesha as she did.
Alesha swallowed hard. Every part of Oleta was generously curved and freckled. She had big breasts, wide hips, a soft, round belly, and thick, curvy thighs. Alesha pushed her pants off her own narrow hips, yanked off her silk blouse and A-cup bra, and nearly lunged at Oleta, pressing her so that her ass rested on top of the old server box.
“You’re right,” Alesha murmured. “I can’t imagine some dumb computer that would obsess me more than your naked body. That’s why I built my new interface for you.”
Oleta laughed and shoved at Alesha’s shoulder. “Well, maybe that interface would get on its knees and lick my clit. I’ve been waiting for you all week.”
“Come into the bedroom,” Alesha said.
Alesha had one panicked moment of abject nervousness before she unveiled her creation. This was the moment of truth. If Oleta thought it was too weird, things probably wouldn’t work out between them. She opened the door and pulled her lover into the bedroom.
“You want to play video games?” Oleta said in a dismayed voice when she saw the display on the television beside the bed.
“I think you’ll like this one.” Alesha retrieved her masterpiece, a candy-coated sheet of latex with a delicate mesh of circuitry concealed between its layers. A thin cord connected the device to an old, heavily-hacked Commodore 64.
Oleta shook her head, her lips curving into an uncertain smile. “What’s that?”
Alesha grinned, pushing down her sudden shyness. She lifted the latex to her lips and licked it with suggestive relish. The motion of her tongue moved one of the two figures on the TV screen.
Oleta’s smile turned a little wicked, and Alesha’s heart began to pound with excitement rather than anxiety.
“It’s just a prototype,” Alesha said, “but I built it for you. Sensors inside the latex detect the movement of your tongue and pump it through to the character on the screen. I built a simple racing game. Faster licking moves your character faster. And I built two controllers.”
“That is dirty,” Oleta said, grinning wildly now. “What do I get if I win?”
Alesha guided them toward the bed. “What do you want?”
“If I win, I want to fuck you.”
Alesha hesitated. She’d been the only one to use a strap-on so far. She liked to think of herself in the male role; it was part of why she was always attracted to fantastically female, voluptuous women.
“Come on,” Oleta said. “If you don’t like it, don’t let me win.”
“All right,” Alesha said. “It’s on. But if I win, I get to lick your ass.”
Oleta flopped onto her back on the bed. “You,” she said, “are definitely not winning.”
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Alesha had designed her device to slip on like a pair of panties. She helped Oleta into it, pushing one elastic band up each of her thighs and settling the layer of latex across her cunt. She’d slit a little hole in the center, which she demonstrated by slipping her finger through it and into Oleta’s pussy.
“You’re soaking,” Alesha smiled.
“You put a lot of work into this,” Oleta said. “That’s hot.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Alesha slipped on her own device and checked the connections to the Commodore 64. “Ready?”
Oleta giggled. “Hell, yeah. You’re going down.”
“Funny you should say so. So are you.”
Alesha jumped into bed, positioning herself for 69.
“I get a couple licks headstart,” Oleta said. “You moved your avatar while you were demonstrating.”
“Fair enough.” Alesha watched the screen. Oleta’s tongue stretched tentatively out to Alesha’s pussy and gave a little lick. On screen, her character twitched and moved a fraction of an inch, the gesture matching the little clench Alesha felt inside her cunt.
“It works!” Oleta crowed, following up with a long, firm lick that made Alesha shudder and close her eyes. “Mmm. Tastes good, too. But I think the candy needs some sauce.” Oleta pressed her finger deep into Alesha, collecting her juices and smearing them over the outside of the device. “You said I was wet. Jesus. Pot calling the kettle black.”
She licked again, unleashing a long, desperate moan from Alesha.
“You’d better keep up,” Oleta said, “or I’m going to win before you even get started.”
“I designed a long racetrack,” Alesha managed to gasp. She wrapped her hands around Oleta’s hips and fastened her tongue against her lover’s pussy. Alesha went straight for Oleta’s clit, flicking her tongue fast and hard against it. She could smell Oleta’s arousal through the latex, and could feel her clit filling with blood and rising out of its concealing hood. The raised pattern of the circuitry scraped lightly against Alesha’s tongue, reminding her of their kinky game.
Oleta gave a series of panted moans. “Aah. No fair. You’re catching up.” She responded by shoving three fingers into Alesha, triggering an immediate, unexpected orgasm.
Alesha groaned, unable to force her tongue to keep moving through the intense pleasure. Normally, Oleta backed off when Alesha came. This time, she kept up a steady pace of bottom-to-top licks across the length of Alesha’s pussy. The stimulation prevented the orgasm from letting Alesha go. As Alesha’s pleasure built, she sucked at the spot just above Oleta’s clit, her mouth filling with the device’s candied flavor mingled with the tang of her lover’s sex.
Oleta raked her nails across Alesha’s back, growling low in the back of her throat. Helplessly, Alesha threw back her head and came again. Oleta’s lips broke away from Alesha’s pussy. “I won! I won!”
Alesha felt crazed with arousal. She didn’t bother to look up at the screen. She tore the device away from Oleta’s body, burying her face in her lover’s slick pussy and sucking and licking anything within reach of her mouth.
In moments, Oleta’s back was arching as she came under Alesha’s quick, aggressive tongue.
When the orgasm passed, Alesha checked Oleta’s face, only to find the wicked grin waiting there. “Thanks for that,” Oleta said, “but you can’t distract me.” She pointed to the screen. “I won, and I get to fuck you.”
“Did you bring a strap-on?”
Oleta’s smile widened into a predatory expression. She eased Alesha out of the device, tossing it onto the floor. “Since I won your little game, I thought you would let me borrow yours.”
Alesha’s anxiety made the feeling more intense when Oleta penetrated her. She lay on her stomach, her hips propped up on a couple of pillows to give Oleta a good angle for access to her pussy.
She felt the thick, hard dildo press all along the inner wall of her pussy until it lodged deep inside her. Alesha cried Oleta’s name at the exquisite ache of it. The sound seemed to turn Oleta on.
Her hands tightened on Alesha’s hips, her nails digging into her skin. Oleta pulled her hips back and slammed into Alesha, hard enough to make her yelp. “Nice,” Oleta said. “I see why you like this so much.”
Alesha didn’t know what she’d expected from Oleta, but a fast, rough fucking was not it. The other woman seemed tireless, pounding mercilessly, dragging one begging, gasping orgasm after another out of Alesha.
When she finally slowed, Alesha was so sensitized that the slightest touch made her whole body shudder.
Oleta pushed in deeply, laying heavily across Alesha’s back, reaching around to play with her nipples. Alesha mewed and arched. “I liked your edible interface,” Oleta whispered. “That’s why I wanted to fuck you like this. I wanted to show you how much.”
“God,” Alesha moaned. “You must have liked it a lot.”
“I did.” Oleta rocked her hips for emphasis. “I liked it an awful lot.”
Reaching behind her, Alesha eased Oleta’s strap-on out of her cunt and rolled to face her lover. “I love you more than I love my computer,” she whispered.
“I think I can tell,” Oleta smiled.
Alesha glanced toward the screen. Oleta had won by a landslide, and Alesha felt a surge of competitive spirit. “Don’t get too smug,” Alesha said. “Your ass is not yet safe. I built some extras, and I think we need to play again.”
Originally published May 2010