Rating: R
Content: Sex in the context of a f/f relationship.
Summary: Sequel to Girlfriend, The Morning After, The Insecure One and Outted. The relationship goes to the next level.
Call me dense. Not right now... but you'll see why really soon. Anyhow, let me brief you on things in the ring. Tonight, things are going to start happening.
"Are you ready?" Jason asks me, sitting down next to me.
"You guys are going to be real careful, right?"
"Nope," Adam says, fluffing up his hair in front of the mirror, "the way I see it, we eliminate you and we don't have to share the spotlight."
"If you do, my girlfriend's going to kick your ass."
"Ooooh, I'm so scared," he chuckles. "Of course we're going to be careful out there. We wouldn't want to lose our photographer."
"You could get another one."
"Who'll be game to take those funky pictures of me and Jason in the shower? I don't think so."
About five minutes later, I'm ringside, snapping pictures of the title match that'll have the Hardyz taking the belts once again. I watch the in-ring choreography, snapping pictures as Lita paces on the other side, cheering on her boys.
Finally, Christian jumps off the apron to get a chair. Lita gets in his way, allowing Jeff and Matt to use Poetry in Motion on Adam, followed by a Twist of Fate and a Swanton Bomb. The tallest Canadian falls flat on his face and is covered by Matt Hardy. Outside the ring, Lita is being brutalized with Jason and his chair. The Hardy brothers are running to her rescue when the Olympic champion comes running down the ramp with Trish and Albert in tow.
The new tag champions are decimated and Lita's pushed into the ring for retribution by the former champions who are now armed with chairs. That's when I spring into action. Lita's standing there, pleading with Edge and Christian not to hit her with their chairs. When they swing their arms back, I slide into the ring, push Lita out of the way and... you guessed it, I get chaired.
You know what, it takes little to no effort for me to fall to my knees and then flat on my face. That fucking hurt! I lie there, and at some point, Albert puts me on his shoulder and carries me to the back. As soon as he gets me on my feet, Adam and Jason stare at me, checking my neck.
"What are you doing?" I ask, tapping their hands away.
"Making sure you're okay."
"I'm fine," I inform them. "That was a rush."
"That's my girl," Amy says, coming over to her with a big smile.
She feels my neck too and I let her do it.
"How come she can feel your neck?" asks a pouty Jason.
"She's my girlfriend," I explain as Amy leads me away.
Later that night, we're all sitting in the Hardys' room, chatting with some of our friends. It's something we do every once in a while after shows, gives us a chance to unwind and chill. I'm sitting on the couch and playing a halfhearted game of asshole with Jason, Adam and Chris Irvine, when Amy sits next to me. She puts her head on my shoulder and wraps her arm around my waist. I absently kiss the top of her head and put my final cards down. I win and grab the loonies and twoonies on the table.
"You cheat," Andrew says with a pout.
"Yes, I do. And you can't prove it."
"So what are you going to do with all this money?" Jason asks as I gather the gold and nickel coins.
"Spend it on my girlfriend."
"You're going to spend our hard-earned money on your girlfriend?"
"Yep. Going to buy her some lingerie."
"What kind of lingerie?" she asks, perking up.
"The brief kind."
All the guys groan at the thought and Amy chuckles, quickly kissing my neck.
"You're such a guy," she tells me.
"Yep. All I need to do now is grab my crotch."
"I'd like to do that," she tells me, licking her lips.
"Sure babe. Just let me play another hand. I'll get them to finance a teddy for you."
The guys groan all at once and I look at them, shocked. What's their problem? So what if I cheat? Who's going to believe they can't spare something like twenty bucks? Then I turn to Amy and I see her disappointment. I frown. What did I miss here? I rewind and think about her words to me. That's when it hits me.
Oh good God! That's an invitation if I ever heard one. I get up quickly, my pockets so heavy with change that my low cut cargo pants, Amy's influence, almost slide past my ass. I hold on to them with one hand and to Amy with the other and we head for the door, my pockets singing along with my heart.
As we pass by Matt, who's working a trail up Nora/Molly's arm, he looks up at us and smiles.
"Off to bed?" he asks.
"Yep. Something about her getting chaired is such a turn on."
"My pain turns you on?" I ask her.
"Nope. You do. But the chairs help."
"Have a nice night you two," Matt tells us before turning back to Nora, but we're already not listening to him.
"Should I get Adam and Jason to join us?
"Don't you dare," she says with a smile.
"They'll bring chairs..."
"No thank you."
When we finally make it to our room, I feel uncomfortable for the first time since we've been together. Why? Because we're going to make love for the very first time. I've been with two women before and although it was good, don't get me wrong, but just the touching between me and Amy is more arousing. And she's touching me now-- a lot.
Her hands are all over me, up and down my arms, in my hair, over my stomach. She pushes me to the bed and I sit on it heavily. She straddles me and forces her mouth against mine. Now, I don't mind a little rough sex every once in a while but she's like a woman possessed. Never, ever, since we've been together has she ever been like that.
"Amy," I whisper, pulling away from a bruising kiss, "what gives?"
"If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong."
"No, but you're attacking me. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Liar."
She pushes herself away from me and I see desire in her eyes, and some fear.
"What if I get it wrong?"
"Wrong? Oh Amy, you can't get it wrong."
"Not true-- I read an article about men not..."
"Hush," I press a finger against her lips. "It's not about being wrong or not, it's about you and me and our feelings for each other. That's anything but wrong. It'll be right. And if we have to learn a few extra things about each other, that's cool too. It's part of the process."
"Are you sure?"
"Amy," I whisper, "I'm sure."
She sighs and I kiss her still pursed lips. Slowly, she relaxes in my arms and she takes the lead again but she's softer this time around. She pushes me down until I'm lying on my back on the bed and she slides her slightly cold hands under my thick turtleneck and she rolls it up, revealing my stomach. I wonder if she can see my stomach fluttering. She surprises me by gently kissing my stomach, licking around the navel. My back arches off her bed and I curl my fingers around her shoulders, bringing her body up against mine.
I take control of this kiss, making it as soft as I can. I want to rush and take it slow. I'm eager for her, I can feel the soaked gusset of my panties digging into me. But at the same time, I want to stretch the good feelings into forever. My fingers work the ties on that minuscule tank top of hers and manage to pull it off her. Her breasts-- if I had the necessary skills, I would take the time and describe their beauty to you. She's not as well endowed as a Trish, for example, but God was good to her in that category.
I set my fingers on her darkened and hardened nipples and I pull-- not too hard at first but enough to make her respond. When she does respond, I pull a little harder, enjoying the sound of her sighs. She starts swearing at me, to stop torturing her I think, but she stops halfway, the cursing becomes a mewling and I smile. She's enjoying this as much as I am.
Somehow, while I'm doing this, my pants get unbuckled somehow and I feel her fingers, a bit warmer now, pulling at the edge of my G-string, her influence again. I stop touching her and whip off my turtleneck. This is one of the few times I've gone without a bra. Come to think of it, she's the one who told me my breasts didn't need it. Could she have been planning this all along? I'll ask her later.
Our breasts crushing together, we work on each other's pants, mine falling loudly, a few coins rolling out of the pockets as hers kind of drift down her long legs. Standing there, in front of me, in nothing but a G-string, I've never wanted her more and you know how people say they fall in love all over again with the same person? I've never thought much of it, until now. I see her, her hazel eyes almost a dark green with passion, her hair a mess my fingers made, I fall in love all over again.
Pressing my lips against hers in a kiss that surprises me as much as it does her, I take her in my arms and push her down on the bed, and start kissing my way down her body, giving her beautiful breasts all the attention they deserve. She does the mewling thing again and head south, to her leopard skin G. I take a deep breath and inhale the aroma that can be no one but hers. Slowly, I peel down her underwear and bury my face in the nest of bright red curls.
I hear her pants, mixed in growls, grunts and groans and I press on, taking it as a good sign. I slide my fingers along her lower lips, swollen as they are with need, and scissor them open, anointing my fingers with her nectar. The scent overwhelms me and I throw caution to the wind, pressing my mouth into the apex of her thighs.
Oh god, how sweet it is. She tastes-- oh, there are no words for that special zing that is hers and only hers. Drinking at this fountain, I would never dream of thirst. My tongue comes into play, licking at her, looking for every crevice and recess, trying to get as much of her as possible. That is until I find the bundle of nerves that could push her over. I blow on it gently and suddenly, Amy pulls away from me.
"What's wrong?" I ask, worried, "did I hurt you?"
"It's not that," she pants, looking down at me.
"Am I rushing you? I mean, we don't have to do this tonight." My heart sinks at that, but if she's not ready, I do not want to push her.
"It's not that. It's... God, Kat, it feels so fucking good!"
I grin at that. I made her feel that fucking good. If I had on suspenders right now, I'd snap them.
"So let me continue. Let me finish."
"I can't?"
"Why not?"
"So far, this is better than any orgasms I've ever had. I'm scared."
I cup the side of her face and run my thumb along her lower lip.
"Don't be. And don't be afraid to cum. It's the whole point."
I kiss her gently and settle back between her legs, gently spreading her thighs and returning to the feast that I could eat from for eternity. At first, I bypass her clit until she's begging for it. And since I hate to disappoint her, I fasten my lips around it and start sucking on it, licking it, blowing on it, positively driving her crazy while I shunt my fingers in and out of her.
I feel her orgasm build up and when it explodes, I'm there, drinking at the fountain, sucking on her until she has nothing more to give. I slide back over her body and look at the expression on her face. Had I known she would be so beautiful after an orgasm, I would have done whatever was necessary to see it earlier. I bend down and kiss her soft cheek.
After going to the bathroom to quickly clean my face, I find her sprawled across the bed, snoring lightly. And you know what, I don't mind, giving her pleasure is pretty great too. And she'll have plenty of time to reciprocate. I slide into bed behind her and gather her into my arms and fall asleep, knowing I'll be replaying our lovemaking over and over in my mind.
Breakfast in bed is nothing. Seriously, some people say there's nothing better than waking up to a fresh cup of coffee. Well, I know something they don't know, or rather someone. As of now, waking up to find Amy sucking on my breasts while she presses her fingers in and out of me is the perfect way to wake up.
I open an eye and run my hand through her tousled tresses.
"Morning."
"Morning," she answers, coming up to kiss me. "I got up, you were asleep. And I got curious. Do you mind?"
Her fingers find my clitoris just then. I shake my head.
"I don't mind."
"Good. Now, tell me if anything doesn't feel good."
"So far," I gasp as she pulls on my clit ever so slightly, "so good."
Amy works slowly, then fast, her fingers driving me insane. And for someone who's making love to a woman for the first time, she's reading me perfectly. And every time, I get on the edge, she pulls back ever so slightly, and grins as me, driving me completely bonkers.
"Okay," I end up begging her after a few moments, "I can't wait anymore..."
"Are you sure? I wanted to taste you," she teases me.
"Amy, please."
Although I can tell from the look on her face that she would like to stretch this out, she starts moving her fingers a little faster, rubbing my clit. My mouth opens soundlessly as my body arches off the bed. My orgasm makes me shake in her arms until I'm limper than an overcooked noodle.
"Time to go to the gym ladies," says Jason's voice over the phone which I pick up for some godforsaken reason a few hours later.
I open one eye and look at Amy, who's stirring back to life.
"The gym?" I ask her.
"I think last night was enough," she shrugs. "And we deserve a day off."
"Right. We're taking a day off," I inform to Jason.
"Um, does that mean you two had sex, and if so, will I get details?"
I hang up on him and turn back to Amy. I move into the warm embrace of her body and fall right back to sleep. Her breasts make the best pillow.