The Game
Authors Note: I don't own any of these characters. The story idea is mine though. This is a story based on a Mature F/F relationship. Let me know how well I depicted the sexual actions and relationship in general. I'm trying to improve on it, so don't be shy. Write me a review, and tell me what I need to improve on, and what you would like to see more of. I hope you enjoy the story.
PS: The title of the story will make sense later on when I finish writing the story.
Here I am standing just outside the front door of my girlfriend's house. Goddamn it's getting hot just saying that. I've never had a girlfriend or even a relationship; so this is my first try at being a good girlfriend who shows up on time, the good girlfriend that has a shoulder to cry on when something shitty has come by her girlfriend. I always stay on her side even though nobody else knows about us. I'm the secret girlfriend that tries to place love bites in areas where nobody would think to look, not like being down those areas aren't fun, but the whole idea of a hickey is for people to know about it.
When I give her a hickey I want everyone to see it, to know about it, that's the whole point! But God do I ever love her! She can be totally innocent one moment then goddamn sexy and hot the next. I can't even count how many dirty thoughts I have about her in a day, there's just too many, so there's no point in trying to figure out how many thoughts I have of her in a day. They're all dirty thoughts when I think about her, like how many ways I can make her scream and begging for me, begging for more. Those are always great thoughts. I can just imagine her moans, and her heavy sighs, her sweaty face, as I pull out all the tricks to always keep her interested when I pull up the offer. She never says no to me, never to what she really loves best about me. I want to knock on the door again, but I know that she's probably going to come down any minute, so I wait for a few minutes longer. I rest my arm on the doorframe when I hear her running down the stairs. She opens the door and practically jumps me. Good thing I was ready this time. She has her head buried between my breasts and starts to lay kisses across my chest. I smile at this, and grab her by the hair and give her one wild kiss, which turns into another passionate kiss, as she responds to me immediately and drags me through the house and into the family room.
She breaks away for a moment and backs away from me. I reach out to grab her to keep her near, but this time she's faster than me. She walks to the front door, and looks back to me before she closes and locks it, giving me one of those looks that have me frozen on the spot. I can't help but know that this is going to be one wild make-out session, or by the look of things, maybe even more. She's back in my arms again and we're kissing like there's no tomorrow. My hands are at her waist keeping her close. Her arms are around my neck, demanding more. I feel her tongue tasting every inch of my mouth, as it again brushes against my tongue. She pulls away a little and let's her tongue trace my lips. After a few moments, when I'm too preoccupied by the sensations of her tongue and the growing heat and pressure building between my thighs, I feel her break away.
I snap my eyes open and let out a frustrated growl. I attempt to grab her and kiss her so hard that she'll be dizzy, but she only laughs at my total lack of control and grabs my hands and holds them firmly. She can be a total brat sometimes. You have no idea what a tease she can be. But it's way too hot when she makes me work for every kiss. Every kiss is worth every bit of the hot tease that she is. But she's too horny, just as I am, to play games. She wants a good time and knows she can get it from me. She knows I can give her every pleasure that a dude can, but better. The best part is that I can't get her pregnant, which means more sex, less worry. And of course, another great thing is that we're both less likely to disappoint or finish early, if you catch my drift. She looks at me and smiles as she brings one of my hands to her lips, and leaves a trail of wet kisses around my wrist. I release a deep sigh of want as I try to get closer to her. I lean towards her to kiss her, when all of the sudden, I find myself on the sofa that was behind me, looking up to a grinning Dawn as she keeps her eyes glued to my breasts. I know she has this obsession with my breasts, so I decide to use this knowledge to get me another moment with Dawn's lips against mine.
I look up to her as she licks her lips and I say to her, "You want something, baby?"
Without looking way from my breasts, she replies huskily, "You better believe I want something."
That was it. That was the moment when the heat began to get even hotter. Dawn crawls on top of me and straddles me with her legs. She reaches down and passionately kisses me with such force that it is actually I that is getting dizzy. I kiss her back with even more force and I can literally feel the affects of her moan as it leaves her throat. We continue to kiss with the same passion, releasing moan after moan as our hands roam freely to feel each other, to remind what we haven't had the opportunity to feel in days. I'm touching her, feeling her skin, I want more, more and more until I can't take it anymore, until it finally drives me insane. She is so perfect and it makes me strive to be a better person, starting with being the perfect girlfriend. This makes me want to kiss her harder as I think about the reality of having someone who loves me, who wants me almost as much as I want her. I start kissing her neck, thinking about how much I want her, how bad it felt to be without seeing her for the past few days.
I want her to know that it nearly killed me to not be part of her for even a day. I want her to understand that she's the fuel for my fire, especially the fire that burns between my thighs. I'm getting closer and closer to finally losing control. I want her, I want all of her. I hear her gasp as I suck on the pulse point on her neck. She's holding my head closer to her, moaning softly when she realizes what I'm doing. But then she pushes away from me, and I feel cold as I stare at her in confusion. We are both breathing really hard, keeping the eye contact. I'm hurt that she would break away from that, from what I wanted to give to her, but I quickly apologize as I realize why she broke away from me.
"Dawn, I'm sorry, baby, I almost forgot," I say to her as I try my hardest to ignore the need that's growing more restless by the second.
She smiles at me, and I can tell that she's trying to control her breathing too. After a moment, when she can speak again, she responds to me, saying, "I almost forgot too, Faith. I guess things were starting to get a little heated." She then gives me light kisses on the lips.
I kiss her back, but lightly. Dawn crawls back on top of me, sucking on the bottom of my lip. I place my hands on the small of her back, urging her to come closer to me. The heat is getting too much for me. Being this close to Dawn and kissing her, even though I'm doing it slowly and sensually, is getting me even hornier.
I try my hardest not to go full force like I did before, in fear that I'll lose control again and end up fucking her instead of making out with her. So I kiss her lightly and hold her tight, not allowing my hands to go where they really want to go. I keep kissing her lightly then try to think of something other than seeing Dawn naked again. She seems to feel my discomfort, specifically the pressure between my legs. She breaks away for a moment and watches me as I try to act natural. I want to tell her that I love her and that I should probably get going before Buffy comes home, but she won't let me speak. She silences me with one finger, while her other hand slowly makes its way down my body, starting from my right breast down to my hip. She removes the finger on my lips and bends over to give me one of those slow sensual kisses that she does all too well. She moves her hand that was on my hip to the inside of my thigh, and I begin to feel the pressure almost painfully increase, as I'm brought back to previous memories of me fucking Dawn a week ago.
I begin to kiss her back with more passion and remember the memory of Dawn and I in bed more clearly as if it were happening now. The last picture that enters my mind is the memory of my tongue grazing over Dawn's clit. I remember that night when she was at my motel room, the first night we had sex. She loved it, couldn't get enough of it, she just kept on begging for more and I gave her all that she could handle. I can't think now, my mind has gone numb as I suddenly feel Dawn's left hand grab on to my pussy while the other hand is trying to keep me as close as possible to Dawn as she continues to toy with me. I kiss her harder and start to buck against her hand as Dawn kisses me back with equal passion. It takes me a moment to realize that Dawn's grinding against my thigh. Then I realize that Dawn must be pretty worked up right now too.
So I let my left hand grab on to her ass and guide her across my thigh. I try to help her release as much pressure as she can while my right hand begins its seductive caress against the bare skin of her lower back. I feel myself losing control, as well as Dawn. We seem to get more and more into our personal show and I break away from the action before I completely lose control and take her on the floor. I get up and check the time on my watch, to see that it's 2:30, and Buffy could be home at any minute. I turn around to see Dawn's aroused expression as she latches on to me again, kissing me roughly. Her tongue tastes my mouth once again, the kiss being Dawn's way to get me to stay. But I know that I must go, so I finish the kiss and hold her tight against me, feeling Dawn's smaller mounds press up against mine.
I whisper "I love you," and "I should go before Buffy comes back."
She bites her lip in disappointment, but knows that I'm right, that I should go before Buffy returns. So Dawn whispers back, "I love you more, Faith," and then leaves a soft kiss on my neck. Dawn holds me for a moment longer and seems to want to say something else. "Come back to me, Faith, we're not done yet." Then she gives me a quick, wet lick on my neck before letting go.
After I hear her say that, I'm once again reminded of why I love this girl so much. I give her one last kiss before I make my way to the back door. Dawn follows me, and grabs hold of my hand before I can reach the hallway. She pulls me towards her, and starts kissing me passionately as we stumble through the hallway towards the backdoor. I hold her tightly, and kiss her just as passionately as we're stumbling through the hallway, knocking objects down as we go. When we finally get to the back door, we keep our passionate kiss. Dawn helps me open the door and walks through it with me.
When we hit the fresh early morning air, we break the kiss long enough to say, "I love you," and "I'll see you tomorrow". And then I leave, with the taste of Dawn's lip-gloss on my lips to keep me company through the long night ahead of me, alone in my motel room.
