Saturday, July 26, 2014

Just to See - Part 3

 
Jill stood behind me, unhooked my bra, and eased it down my arms and tossed it aside. Then she pressed up against my back and slid her hands around to grope me again from behind. “Such a lovely handful. On the bed, sweetheart.”

She released me and I clambered onto the bed and lay down on my back, expecting Jill’s weight on top of me. But instead she climbed up next to me, resting on her side. “Put your hands behind your head.”

I looked a question at her, but she just trailed her fingers in lazy circles across my skin.

“So soft… They look so beautiful this way.” She dropped a little kiss on my shoulder. “I mean, they always look pretty…” She traced all the way across my chest and started toying with my nipple again, making my hips roll in response.

“You got cocky. You only left yourself one hand to fondle me with.”

“True,” she grinned. “I’m not worried about it.”

And that’s when she rolled forward and closed her lips around me.

No trying to hold back anymore, not after that cry of pleasure. I dissolved into moans and sighs, unable to think about anything but the exquisite way her lips and tongue were working together. She sucked just gently enough to keep my body screaming for more while her tongue kept moving in ways I couldn’t predict, now circling, now flickering back and forth across my nipple, now stroking upwards as though trying to coax me further into the warmth of her mouth. As though I needed any encouragement.

When she had mercy on me for a moment and switched to dropping little kisses all over my breast while using her hand to stroke my stomach, I caught my breath enough to speak.

“This isn’t fair, you know,” I managed, and then trailed off into a whimper as she swiped her tongue across me again. “We only agreed to you feeling me up.”

“No,” she said, pausing to take a long ice-cream lick that made my back arch and my hips buck into the empty air. “Hands behind your head, I said. We agreed to me feeling your tits…” -- And she paused to take one of those sweet little sucks -- “...any way I wanted.”

“Same thing,” I gasped.

Jill sucked a little harder this time.

“Are you suggesting that my lips and tongue can’t feel you?”

“OK -- Ooh -- Oh, God -- good point.”

Jill moved in and sucked even harder. Then she pulled back.

“Do you think I’m violating the terms of our bet?” She swiped her tongue across me, just once. “Do you want me to stop?” She moved in slowly, closing in for a leisurely suck that shot tingles through my whole body.

“Nnn -- Nnnn.”

Jill kept her mouth where it was but moved her hand over to tease my other breast, drawing her thumb back and forth across my nipple with a slow deliberation that threatened to shut my brain down completely.

“Say it.” Her voice was soft but with an element of her courtroom steel. Jill traced little curlicues around my areola with just the tip of her tongue. “Tell me you want me to keep going.” Her eyes were shining with an excitement I hadn’t seen before.

“Keep going --- Ah! --- Please keep going.”

And then Jill was on top of me, sucking me hard and using both hands to touch me everywhere she could. I couldn’t keep my own hands behind my head anymore. I clutched at her, tangling the fingers of one hand in her hair while the other dragged its way down her back, trying to keep her from getting away even as she pressed closer against me.

As she moved across to suckle on the breast her mouth had been neglecting, Jill pushed her thigh between my legs. I pushed mine up in answer and rolled my hips to meet the pressure I’d been dying for. Jill growled with pleasure and pulled back to look at my face as her hips pushed into me with a slow, steady rhythm.

For a moment, I tried to control the expression on my face -- tried to show her the pleasure, but not the joy at what was happening, tried to keep her from seeing how long I’d been waiting and how in love I was. And then I just let go and let her see all of it.

I watched Jill’s face change as she took mine in, terrified that she would pull away.

And then she was kissing me, so sweet and so hungry and still grinding against me even as she did. I did my best to kiss her back through my smile while I frantically grabbed at her shirt. Jill wouldn’t break contact with me long enough for me to get it off, so I ended up just pulling it up and unhooking her bra, pushing both up and out of the way enough that we could be skin to skin, finally feeling her breasts against mine.

Jill switched to sucking on my neck so she could hear my cries get higher as she rocked against me. She increased the pace and pushed herself up on her elbows so she could watch me unravel. One of my hands stayed on her hips, pushing her into me, while the other one stole up between us so I could feel her heavenly little breasts, perfect just like they were made to fit into my palm.

“Are you going to come for me?” she whispered. I moaned and gave her nipple a little pinch in answer. “Please come. I want you to so much.” Jill left a trail of searing kisses down my neck and chest as she rubbed her thigh against me -- and herself against mine -- with more urgency. She knew what it would take to make me lose myself completely.

Jill thrust harder and faster still as she took a nipple into her mouth and sucked and swirled at it with everything she had. I cried out -- but she was the one who went over the edge first. Jill threw her head back and released her pleasure in long, sweet sighs. I managed to kiss Jill’s face and neck a few times before seeing and hearing her so beautifully out of control sent me over too.

I was dimly aware of holding her against me and feeling her hand on my face as I shivered my way back to stillness.

Jill stayed on top of me for a while, giving me exhausted little kisses. Then she rolled to the side and pulled me with her so we stayed tangled up. We kissed each other properly and then nuzzled in to rest.

Jill gave me a sleepy grin and let me pull off her top and bra, then collect her back in so I could feel her against me and trail my fingers up and down her back. Jill smoothed my hair and looked deep into my eyes.

“Page,” she said, “I’d already seen that episode.”

I gave her my best scowl for as long as I could maintain it -- about three seconds.

Jill put on a mock-guilty look. “Can you forgive me?”

I hooked a finger into the waistband of her jeans and ran it around to the button of her fly.

“Give me a couple of hours to rest and I’ll think of a suitable recompense.”  

“More than fair.” Jill cuddled back into me. And then she put a cheerfully possessive hand on my breast and went to sleep.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Just to See - Part 2

 
Jill moved aside and patted the cushion. “Sit back down in the middle of the couch.”

I obeyed. Jill came over and -- Oh, God -- sat in my lap, straddling me. I hadn’t thought about that possibility. Her weight was on me and her face was close enough that I could see the tiny color variations in her irises -- green, gorgeous, and maybe just a little nervous. But nowhere as nervous as I was.

“I know where your hands go,” I joked feebly. “Where do you want mine?” Just sitting there on the couch with them resting limply by my sides felt so unnatural. Jill thought for a second and put them on her waist.

“That good?”

I nodded. As long as I can stop myself from clutching at you.

Jill smiled a little more gently and stroked my hair, then put her hands on my shoulders. “You ready?”

I nodded. Jill ran her hands down my arms, making me shiver.

And then she moved across my stomach and came up under my breasts. My heartbeat stepped up to a canter. Jill looked down at my breasts as she lifted them just a little and I switched to staring over Jill’s shoulder to try to reduce the intensity of what was happening to me. Not so bad so far. Just the woman I’d wanted forever holding my boobs to feel their weight.

Jill gently shifted her hands all around to feel their shape. She stroked her palms across my nipples and my stomach jumped. Then she used her fingertips. Well, at least my breathing was holding fairly steady.

Jill quirked an eyebrow and gave me a mischievous little half-grin.

“Hard already?”

“I’m nervous.” Well, it was a half-truth, at least. I was nervous. But I’d been hard since she walked in the door.

Jill had mercy on me and swirled her hands all around, over my arms and shoulders, then slowly back down to my breasts, almost like she wanted to know what it would be like to cop a feel. My breath caught in my throat as she moved around to cup me again, as much as she could fit in her hands.

“They’re...satisfying,” she murmured, “I like this sweater.”

“Thanks.” It came out in a burst of air, but it was pretty close to being normal conversation.

“...But it needs to come off.”

Jill helped me pull off my sweater, then captured my wrists and put my hands back on her waist, maybe a little more snugly this time. She smoothed my hair out for me, then toyed with my bra straps.

“Niiiice.”

OK, so I had a habit of dressing up for her. Underwear and all. I’m sensitive enough that I won’t wear a lacy bra -- they feel scratchy on me -- but silky happens. And where Jill was concerned, silky happened a lot.

That night it was a pearly-gray fabric, so smooth it was practically frictionless. The material covered enough skin, but it was so thin that it didn’t do a thing to hide my arousal. Jill took that in and looked back at my eyes, humor playing over her face. “Nervous...”

Hell, yes.

Jill settled into my lap a little more, then let her right index finger follow a path down my bra strap. Her other fingers joined it to feel the softness of the material. Jill purred low in her throat, pleased at how easily her hand slid over my breast. Then she started exploring me with more focus.

Jill traced her fingers all around, enjoying what she was feeling, but also enjoying teasing me. She danced her fingers close to my nipple but wouldn’t quite touch it. Through half-closed eyes, I saw her wicked enjoyment when I unconsciously arched my back to try to meet her touch.

Finally she had mercy on me and grazed her fingertips across it. I drew in a sharp, jagged breath as a jolt of pleasure shot through me. Jill liked that. She used all four fingers on my nipple, circling and brushing it with an incredibly light touch that woke up every nerve ending I had. It was the sweetest torture I could imagine.

I turned my head to the side and shut my eyes, embarrassed that I was openly panting now. Jill seemed to take that as encouragement and moved her other hand down off my shoulder, letting it work in tandem with the first. I breathed even harder, sighing as the pleasure blossomed through my body.

Jill moved in for a light pinch and I lost control enough to clutch at her waist, pulling her even closer into me.

“You like that, huh?” Jill pinched me again, and all I could give her in response was a tiny whimper. Jill increased her pace, stroking and tweaking, a little less gentle now. “Tell me if you like it.”

“Mmh. Yes,” I finally managed, “Yes… So good...”

“You don’t have to hold back,” Jill said, making her fingertips flicker back and forth.

I looked up at Jill, knowing I was hazy with arousal. But what I saw wasn’t clinical interest. Her eyes were shining and she was studying my face, watching what turned me on the most. “Just let go -- it’s so sexy.”

And then she removed all choice of holding back by starting a counterpoint of flickers and pinches, sending electric tingles straight to my clit and pleasure radiating through my body. Soon she had me moaning openly, my eyes closed again not because I couldn’t look at her but because I didn’t have the spare mental capacity to keep them open.

“Page,” she asked as she dragged her thumbs back and forth in a way that made my heart hammer, “What’s your favorite part of getting felt up?”

“Um... Everything? Oh, Jesus -- that. What you did right there.”

“That?”

“Ah! Yes! That! ...Oh, God, maybe that.”

“You want to know what my favorite part is?”

I nodded and made sounds that were almost like words.

“It’s this moment.”

And then she finally slid her hands under my bra. My hips surged and I reflexively pulled her against me as the sensations got even more intense. I was dizzy with it.

“Hey,” Jill finally said as she touched my cheek to get my full attention. “Can you handle more?”

I nodded. Jill took my hand and led me into my bedroom.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Just To See - Part 1


Jill looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and put down her wine.

“Can I feel your tits?” she asked.

A more suave woman wouldn’t have spluttered her drink. I am not that woman.

I grabbed a napkin and dabbed prosecco off my shirt, then looked at Jill. Which I usually didn’t do, not for long, not while she was looking back at me. I’d been in love with her for too long and hid it by sticking to shy, furtive glances.

She was smiling at me -- playful, but not playing. She had a hint of mischief in her eyes, but she really was asking.

It was a silly response, but I said it anyway: “What, seriously?” I realized that I was instinctively rubbing my shoulder, which meant my arm was crossing my chest -- an obvious protective gesture that Jill had to be noticing. I willed my arm down and fiddled with the rim of my glass instead, letting out a tiny, nervous huff of laughter. I forced myself to meet Jill’s gaze again. Her eyes were sparkling. She kept her tone light -- totally unnecessary, since she had me from the start, but she actually seemed to be playing her cards carefully.

“Yeah,” she said, cocking her head and dipping it a little, “just to see what it’s like.”

“You’ve felt plenty of them before,” I countered, trying not to be too easy, trying not to be too eager. Trying not to get hurt. It was hopeless -- the thought of Jill’s hands on me already had my heart pounding. The issue wasn’t whether I’d let her feel me up, it was whether I could let her do it without giving too much away.

“Not like yours,” she said. It was true: Jill always dated slender girls, like her. She liked them athletic, dyed blonde, and, to her credit, with the real, small breasts that come with nonexistent hips. Mine were D-cups, generous and with generous hips to match, no matter how much I worked out. I’d learned to love both, mostly, except when I was around Jill -- I’d always wanted her so badly, and it was always so clear that I wasn’t her physical type. She also seemed to like women who undermined her confidence and treated her badly in subtle little ways -- another thing I would never live up to.

Jill had broken up with her last quietly awful girlfriend four months ago and had referred once or twice to making progress in therapy, but I still wasn’t holding my breath waiting for her to fall in love with me.

Well, I wasn’t holding my breath in the metaphoric sense. At the moment, I was holding it in the literal sense. I was suddenly hyperaware that drawing in air and letting it out would make my chest move up and down -- and Jill wasn’t making any secret of her interest in it.

I thought about the touchably soft, low-cut sweater I’d worn that night and couldn’t decide if I was glad or not.

“Come on,” Jill grinned, carefully light, persuasive but not too pushy. “I just want to know what I’ve been missing.”

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and knew I’d be crimson in a minute. I wanted to say yes more than anything, but right behind the searing thought of her hands on me was the thought of how disastrous it would be if I let it happen.

“I can’t,” I finally said after way too long a pause.

“What,” Jill teased. “You think you need to get to know me better?”
“No…” I tried to think of better ways to put it and couldn’t. I looked her in the eyes again, which was a mistake. Finally I said to my prosecco, “I’ll get all turned on.”

Was it my imagination, or had Jill’s cheeks suddenly flushed too? Probably embarrassed for me, or embarrassed to have started this at all.

“Really?” she asked, not taking her eyes off me as she took a larger sip of wine than usual. “They’re that sensitive?”

No getting around it. My cheeks had to be scarlet now. “Yes. They… I… They’re very sensitive, yes. You’d be there all clinical and I…” The thought was too humiliating: Me writhing around trying to fight off the pleasure while Jill sat there completely unmoved. “I can’t. Sorry.”

“It’s OK,” Jill said so casually that I should have known it wasn’t really over. “No big deal.”

But Jill is a lawyer, and a good one. When she wants something, it’s never really over.

We went back to our original plan of knocking down snacks, wine, and a few episodes of Orange Is the New Black, and before long we were cuddled up on my couch almost like usual. Maybe a little more careful about where our bodies touched, but almost like usual.

Jill and I laughed over the new, too-chatty inmate and then suddenly she turned to me.

“They’re not going to put someone that beautiful on the show without having her sleep with someone,” she said. “Who do you think gets her?”

I was divided between Piper and Boo, even though we agreed that Poussey really deserved an on-air girlfriend. Jill guessed Nicky. I cheerfully argued potential plot twists with her until she said, “You want to bet?”

She’s a lawyer, as I mentioned, and she was all too aware of my stubborn streak. She knew I’d bet just to be contrary. And then she had me. If I won, Jill agreed to let me pick our next five movies together, date and time to be determined.

...But if Nicky got the girl, well, so did Jill. She got to feel me up any way she wanted, that very night. Jill sensed me hesitating -- they weren’t quite even terms, after all -- and sweetened my odds: I’d win the bet if Piper, Boo, or Poussey bedded the new inmate.

I couldn’t decide if I was happy or disappointed at my new statistical advantage. And I hoped like hell that Jill couldn’t feel my heart pounding as she settled back against me.

Nicky, of course, bagged her quarry in what seemed like record time. Jill looked over to laugh at me, deep and throaty, as I sat there with my mouth still open. She refilled both our glasses, clinked them together, and cuddled back up with me, happy in her victory.

I can’t remember anything in the episode after that. I just sat there trying to figure out how to get through having my favorite person do one of my favorite things to me without visibly enjoying it.

The episode ended and Jill clicked off the TV. Then she sat fully up and, not looking at me, yawned broadly and did the old movie theater move of stretching her arm around my shoulders, letting her hand drop a little too low. I laughed and pulled myself together.

“OK,” I said, “How do you want me?” Jill’s easy grin got just a little wider and then she looked me up and down to assess.

“That’s a good question,” she mused. “Maybe up on your knees?”

We kneeled on my couch, facing each other, fighting nervous giggles. Jill reached for me and it was too much like a movie monster grab. We both cracked up.

“Not quite,” Jill said, “Besides, I might want leverage.”

I stopped laughing.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

New story coming soon.

Hello. I've missed you.

New story should be finished in a couple of days. First installment coming soon.