Always Her (Lesbian Romance) Page 8

  “I’m not really dressed for this,” she said, standing up and kissing me on the cheek. “But I was out when you called me, and I didn’t have time to go home and change.”

  “As long as you don’t fall over, you’ll be fine,” I said.

  “Mmm, I was kind of assuming some falling over might be involved.”

  “I brought these to be on the safe side,” I said, handing her a set of knee and elbow pads. I watched, enthralled, as she unbuckled her sandals and slipped her bare feet into the roller-skates. “I should have brought socks too. Sorry.”

  “Don’t stress,” she said, flashing her perfect teeth. “It’s just super lucky you happened to be offering lessons today. It’s not long till I’m out the door of Norma’s if I don’t pick it up soon.”

  “That’s what I figured.”

  “Have you ever skated before?” I asked, as I put my own skates on. She turned her eyes on me, unfathomable emeralds.

  “Not since I was about six,” she said solemnly.

  “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us then.” I stood up, taking a moment to steady myself. It had been a few years since I’d skated too. She pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, baring a swanlike neck. I held out both hands to her. “Come on.” Her hands slid into mine, soft and slender, and the effect on my skin was electric. Gently, I pulled her to her feet. Her wheels wobbled, and her grip tightened, crushing my fingers. “Easy. Just try to relax. I’ll catch you if you start to slip.” She looked straight at me, biting her lower lip. I began to move backwards, drawing her along in front of me. I could feel the tension in her muscles, beginning in her hands and spreading all over her body. “It might be easier if you put your hands up by my shoulders.”

  “Oh. Ok.” Her arms moved higher, gripping my biceps, and my hands had nowhere to go but around her waist. It was almost too intimate, the toned muscles of her waist moving beneath my fingers. With me holding her securely, her grip loosed, and her mouth relaxed. She was dizzyingly close to me as we began to move along one of the quieter pathways, me facing backwards.

  “Hey, this is fun!” she said, near enough for me to see her pupils dilating.

  “You’re going to tell me if there’s someone behind me, right?”

  “If you’re lucky.”

  It was a perfect golden afternoon, the sunshine soft, and the smell of freshly-cut grass in the air. A slight breeze made Elise’s skirt fan out around her thighs, her ponytail switch from side to side behind her. Her face was radiant.

  “You’re doing well,” I said. “Do you feel safe enough for me to skate next to you?”

  “I think so.” I brought us to a stop and relinquished my hold on her waist reluctantly, before turning around and holding her left hand in my right. As we began to move again, a small dog ran in front of us. I skidded to a halt and pulled Elise towards me sharply. She staggered, and crashed into me.

  “God!” The dog ran away, unconcerned.

  “Are you ok?”

  “Yes, I think so.” She wrapped her arm around my waist. “Can I hold onto you like this though?”

  “Of course.” I put my right arm around her shoulder.

  We moved off again, and she leaned against me a little as we skated. It felt so right to be going along in the middle of the park with my arm around her, as if we were a couple, out on a date. I kept glancing down at her blonde hair, pulled so sleek into its ponytail.

  Half an hour passed, as we negotiated the flatter pathways of the park with no falls or mishaps. I tried not to say things she was forced to reply to, so I didn’t distract her, just pointing out pretty trees, cute dogs and funny-looking people here and there. We came to a flat, open area about the size of a basketball court.

  “I think you’re ready to try it out on your own now,” I said.

  “Ok. But after we’ve had a break. Feel like an ice cream?” she asked, her eyes dancing.

  “Absolutely!” There was a vintage ice cream truck at the corner of the area, and an eager gaggle of kids lining up. We glided over and chatted as we waited. Elise started to tell me a funny story about her and her sister fighting over their ice creams when they were kids. She threw her arm out to the side to demonstrate a moment in the story, but lost her balance and her foot shot out from under her. I caught her just as she fell, but it knocked me off balance too, and we wound up stumbling against the side of the van. She was sandwiched between the van and me, and I was very aware of the softness of her body, the way that one of my thighs had landed right between hers.

  “What can I get you ladies?” the ice cream van guy leered out of his window. Even the flavors they had were vintage. I ordered peppermint and chocolate chip, and she picked raspberry ripple.

  “Are you sure you’re ok with it? Should I hold it for you?” I teased, as we skated slowly to a secluded nook, with a single bench surrounded by trellises of vines with huge purple flowers.

  “Only if you want to be wearing it!” she said, pushing her ice cream close to my face. I put my arm around her back and helped her sit down, and then I sat next to her. Somehow, my arm didn’t leave her back, but remained, my fingers lightly resting on her waist.

  “This is adorable,” Elise said, looking around the nook.

  “I think it’s what used to be called an arbor, where young ladies would sit to take the air in Victorian times. And what are these flowers? They smell incredible.”

  “They’re passionflowers,” she said, turning her face to mine, her wide green eyes full of intensity. The ice creams were melting fast in the heat, so we ate them quickly, me increasingly distracted by the sight of her pink tongue darting out to lick hers.

  “My lips are frozen! It’s hard to speak,” she said, testing the numbness with the tip of her tongue.

  “Mmm, mine too.” I laughed. We were so close to each other, talking about how our lips felt. My stomach fluttered, with a sweetness I hadn’t felt since I was in my teens, and the moment seemed to stretch forward infinitely. All my senses were sharpened: the sound of the children shouting near the ice cream van, the heady scent of the passionflowers, my awareness of the beauty of Elise’s face. I leaned towards her, and our lips met. I paused, worried that I’d rushed her and that she’d freak out. But her lips parted on mine immediately, and I kissed her. Her lips were impossibly soft. She let out a small sigh, and my tongue found hers, the tip ice cold. She lifted her hand and touched my jaw, softly cupping it. I wrapped both my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She sighed again, and arched her body against me, her breasts barely brushing mine. She had a lovely kiss, her lips sensitive, yet firm, and I was filled with a pleasant dizziness that made me unhurried. I felt like I could sit in the arbor with her, kissing like teenagers until the sun went down. Of its own accord, my hand had moved down onto her thigh, and it was only when my thumb found the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh that I jerked it back. I pulled away from her.

  “God, I feel like I’m becoming one of those park perverts your mother always warned you about.” Elise grinned, and pretended to think.

  “Well, she warned me not to talk to strangers in the park. Especially those offering me candy. But she didn’t say anything about hot girls that I’ve known since forever!”

  “Is that right?” Her skirt was riding high on her thigh, and I found myself wondering what kind of underwear she wore. I took hold of her waist and kissed her again. I longed to pull her ponytail loose, to inhale the scent of her hair. I burned to pull her onto my lap, slide my hands underneath her short, pleated skirt. I moved my mouth onto her neck, planting kisses all the way down to her collarbone, interspersed with nips from my teeth. She gave little gasps, shivering at my touch.

  Something appeared in my peripheral vision, and I turned my head sharply to the sight of an old man hobbling over to the other end of the bench, apparently oblivious to our presence.

  “Looks like we’ve got company,” I said. She pressed her lips together. They’d turned a shade of deep pink, and we
re fuller than ever.

  “Maybe we should go for coffee. I know a great place, actually.” I looked at her, trying to hide my disappointment. Coffee was the last thing I had on my mind right now.

  “Ok, sure. Coffee,” I said. “Where is it?”

  “It’s at my place,” she said, eyes sparkling. I leapt up and held my hands out to her, helping her to get to her feet.

  “Ok, lead the way.”

  Chapter Eight

  Elise

  I could hardly breathe as I sat in Jack’s car, directing her to my place. I was caught in a moment that seemed to exist outside of the normal passage of time. Jack and I had kissed. The thing I’d daydreamed about for so long, more than anything else in my life, had actually happened. Her kiss was still burning on my lips, and my skin was zinging from its contact with her mouth. And now, we were going to be alone together in my apartment. This thought screamed across my brain, on a giant neon banner. The girl who had driven me absolutely crazy with lust wanted me too. I looked at her sideways, catching the angle of her jaw, the dark mop of hair that fell just to the outer edge of her eyebrow. This wasn’t going to happen. I’d wanted it so bad, that something had to go wrong. A car would smash into us. Someone would call her with an emergency that she needed to go and deal with. I switched my own phone off, so that nothing in my life could intrude. Still, the drive seemed unbearably long, with so much potential for disaster.

  I was so tense with these thoughts that we were at my place before I knew it.

  “This is your street, right?” Jack said, breaking the silence that had held us for the entire journey.

  “Uh, yes,” I said, like a supreme flake, and directed her to an empty parking spot. She cut the engine, turned to me, and kissed me hard. The force of her lips took the air from my lungs. Her hand slid high up my thigh, a mere inch from my underwear, and I held her tightly against me. We pulled away at the same time.

  “Let’s go inside,” I whispered.

  My sister was away for the weekend with her boyfriend, and the apartment looked at its best, in the drowsy afternoon light, the white furnishings glowing. I turned to Jack in the hallway and rested my hands on her shoulders.

  “Shall I make coffee?” I asked.

  “No,” she said, with a grin.

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” I walked her backwards, towards my bedroom door. My room was small, but my bed was huge, not leaving much space for anything else. It had an ironwork bedframe and a white comforter. In six months of dating Jared, he had never slept there. He could never understand why I was always happy to stay at his place, and I had never explained it to myself either. There was just something about keeping my bed just for myself. It was like a snowy lair that protected me from the rest of the world. I lit a string of white lights that went along some shelving on the edges of the walls, and the place looked magical.

  “I love your room!” Jack said. “It kind of channels Narnia.”

  “That was my artistic vision,” I said. I sat on the bed, suddenly shy, wondering if I seemed ridiculously inexperienced. She sat down next to me. She lifted her hand to my face, fingering my jaw, and I trembled, half from nerves, half from pent-up desire. Her fingers moved down, along my neck, over my bare shoulder, my upper arm, the sensitive skin on the inside of my forearm, across my fingers. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, and I held myself still, wanting to savor every bit of it. I was dying to touch her, but I forced my hands to remain on my knees. Her fingers moved onto my thighs, tracing lines up and down, unbearably slowly. My legs fell apart a little, and I moved my hands to my sides, and stayed still, watching as her strong, beautiful hand ran up and down my legs. There was an ache deep inside me, growing and growing in intensity.

  At last, she got up from the bed, and knelt in front of me. Encircling my left ankle in her hand, she unbuckled my sandal. Then she did the same with the right. She looked up and met my eyes, her irises huge dark pools. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I wrapped my arms around her neck and crushed my lips against hers. My tongue slid into her mouth, and I tugged at her hair. I gripped her shoulders, feeling their firm muscle tone, and ran my palms over the tops of her breasts. She got to her feet again, and moved closer to me. I shuffled further onto the bed, letting myself fall back, until I was lying flat. She followed me, her body arching over mine, fleetingly reminding me of a big cat. She brought her mouth to mine again, as she gradually allowed her weight to come onto me. Her hips pressed against mine, spreading my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around her, sighing at the contact with her body. Her hand slid in between the waistband of my skirt and the edge of my tank top, her fingernails grazing my bare flesh. Slowly, she began to lift it up, her fingertips brushing my stomach as she raised it higher and higher. When it came up as far as my ribcage, she pulled back, needing both hands to lift it over my bra.

  “Is this ok?” she asked, pausing, her eyes uncertain.

  “It’s more than ok,” I replied, and I raised my arms so she could lift it over my head. She ran a finger down the valley of my cleavage, and caressed the swell of my breasts lightly, before cupping them through my bra. I moaned. Jack’s hand was on my breast, my nipples so erect that they hurt.

  She felt around the waistband of my skirt, looking for the zipper at the side. She eased it down, and I raised my hips to allow her to take my skirt off. My underwear didn’t match, I realized, as I lay before her, in a white lace bra and lilac mesh panties. She cast her eyes over my body, as if she was mapping out every part of it. She stroked my belly, the tops of my thighs, every touch driving me insane.

  With a hand on the back of her neck, I pulled her towards me and kissed her again, seeking out the buttons on her navy blue shirt. I undid the first, and the second, and then my finger found a hint of cleavage, and a firebomb of desire exploded in my brain. I stopped kissing her and unbuttoned a third fastening, and a fourth. She was wearing a black bra, the outline of her nipples just visible beneath the stretchy fabric. All of the buttons now undone, I slid the shirt from her shoulders, as she helped me. She lay on top of me again, her skin gliding on mine, impossibly silky, and I ran my hands up and down her back, delighting in the combination of taut muscles and the feminine narrowing of her back towards her waist. She had an adorable scattering of freckles across the olive skin of her shoulders. As she kissed me more and more deeply, I unbuttoned her pants and eased the zipper down. She pulled away from me just long enough to strip them off, before falling on my body again. Her hands became urgent, pulling at me, grasping my hips. Her mouth moved to the spot where my cleavage met my bra, and she reached underneath me, locating the clasp. I arched my back a little and she opened it in a swift movement. Time seemed to wait, as she took my straps and slipped them from my shoulders, pulling the bra down, and all the way off. It was hot and vulnerable being exposed to her gaze. I could just make out my nipples, pale pink and hard from desire, as she bent her head and took my left one into her mouth. I sighed as her tongue flicked over it. The sensation was exquisite. Her teeth made a light contact as her lips closed on it. Her hand found my other breast, and she cupped it, chafing the nipple between finger and thumb. I became aware that my breathing had deepened and slowed. My urgency was giving way to an unbelievable pleasure. I willed her to move her mouth to my other breast, and she obliged, softly sucking the nipple. Waves of euphoria washed through my mind, blurring my vision. Her stomach pressed against the tender place between my thighs and I longed for more, the ache inside me overwhelming. She lifted herself up and took hold of the edges of my panties, and I caught her, sitting up fast before she had the opportunity to stop me. Reaching behind her back, I fumbled with her bra strap. I’d never unfastened anyone’s bra before, but it felt so right. I managed to open the hooks at last, squeezing both sides together, as I did with my own bra. I caught my lower lip between my teeth as I guided the straps along her arms and let the bra fall. Her breasts were beautiful; smaller than my own, and round, with small, caramel-colored
areolas, and sweet, hard nipples, no larger than the tip of my finger.

  “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” I whispered. I leaned forward and took her left nipple into my mouth. She made a small sound, and I began to suck on it, rolling her nipple across my tongue. My hand slid up, onto her other breast. It fit into my hand perfectly, so soft, yet full and firm. I felt dizzy with what I was doing, so many fantasies coming together into this single moment. I moved onto her other nipple, nipping a little with my teeth, enjoying the feeling of it becoming harder and harder.

  Suddenly she pushed me onto my back again. Her hands hooked into my panties and she pulled them off with a rough movement. Her eyes were very dark and fierce. I wanted her to know how much I wanted her. I didn’t have to wait for long. Slowly, carefully, she eased her fingers inside me, and I gasped. Were there two, or three? I was so turned on that it almost hurt. Her fingers curled into me, the knuckles hard at my entrance. The palm of her hand pressed down on my clit and my body jerked. Wow! This was a new sensation. I let my thighs fall further apart, needing her to go deeper. Coming forward to kiss me again, she began to move in and out of me, the slightest movement of her hand setting me on fire. My insides had turned to liquid and my breath was coming in pants and moans. I could feel myself tightening around her fingers. She began to fuck me harder and harder, as my hips moved back and forth, of their own accord, encouraging her. As her speed increased, she matched my natural rhythm perfectly, and a deep rolling sensation, like an approaching thunderstorm began inside me, gathering intensity, more and more, until it exploded in a single flash of light, radiating all over my body, with delicious aftershocks.

  I gazed up at her, shocked by the strength of my orgasm.

  “I’ve never come like this before,” I said. “I didn’t think it worked inside me like that.” Her lips curved into a smile, and her fingers twitched, still deep inside. She bent her head and kissed me softly. I waited for her to come out of me, but she didn’t. She kept her hand right there, if anything, pushing it still deeper, but holding it very still, as her mouth left mine, and began a trail down the center of my body. As her tongue flicked into my belly button, I sighed in pleasure. It circled around, alternately probing inside, before continuing down, to the area between my hipbones, and the strip of blonde hair that ran down the center of my Mount of Venus. My clit was taut with need, and I felt like it was swollen, hungry for her touch. When she finally flicked her tongue over it, I thought I was going to levitate off the bed. I cried out, my nails chafing at the close-cropped hair on the back of her neck. She began to suck at my clit, exactly as she had done with my nipples and I let out a moan. My vision darkened, and I tingled all over, all the nerve endings in my body seeming to be focused on my clit. Every lick brought a fresh wave of pleasure. She began to move her fingers inside me, subtly, caressing my insides. The way she was touching me and licking me was so excitingly different from anything I’d experienced before.