Title: The Story of... well, sex.
Rating: oh M. Without a doubt. *cough*
Disclaimer: not mine, make no money, yada yada yada.
Author: tika12001
Summary: A series of one shots that are full of sexy times. Pretty much just so I can practice writing smut. Not sure if it will be good or utterly terrible or somewhere in between, but... enjoy! :-P
Warnings will appear if needed at the top of each chapter. :-)
THIS STORY FEATURES: clueless!Jane and teacher!Maura. Also a bit of dominating!Maura. And outspoken!Maura. :-P
"Have you engaged in sexual intercourse recently?"
I blink. What the fuck?
"I'm going to pretend you didn't just ask that."
Maura tilted her head. "Why?"
"Because! Friends don't just... they don't..." I stop, shaking my head.
"We talk about our sex lives all the time."
"No we don't!"
"Yes, actually, we do."
"We do not!"
"We most certainly do too."
I narrow my eyes. "Fine. Casey." The challenge in my voice is unmistakable, and Maura doesn't miss it. Her eyes narrow as she responds.
"Only gave you orgasms one out of every two times you slept with him. Had trouble engaging in intercourse for more than 5 minutes. Ian?"
My mouth responds before I even have a chance to think about it. "Had a feet fetish. Which, oh my God, I could have done without knowing since he fixed my big toe that time!" Maura grins wickedly. I sigh. "Dean."
"Gabriel was a decent lover, but he did enjoy... what was the crude expression you used?"
"Going to brown town..." I sigh heavily.
"Yes. And you let him." She crinkled her nose.
"Hey, I'll have you know that some people enjoy anal sex!"
"But you don't."
I frown. "Shut up." I rack my brain, trying to think of another person she'd dated and slept with. "Uh... Dennis?" Instantly, I cringe.
"We didn't sleep together," she replies carefully. "Which is good, because he... well. Hmm."
"Right." There was an awkward silence for a minute, before Maura perked up.
"So. No intercourse recently then. Masturbation?"
I splutter. "MAURA!"
"What?" She looks genuinely baffled by my response and I can't help but smile fondly.
"You don't ask people if they've... you know, paddled the pink canoe recently, okay?"
She frowns for a few seconds, then, as realization dawns, sighs heavily. "Where on earth do you come up with these expressions?"
I shrug. "Internet."
She mumbles. "Could be learning Finnish, or reading Shakespeare..."
"Really?"
She blinks, unperturbed. "They would be more suitable uses for your time."
"Whatever." I take a long drink from my beer, before glancing sidelong at Maura. "So... when was the last time you jilled off?"
She takes a sip from her wine and sets it down. "I assume that that is intended to be the feminine version of the term 'jack off', which is commonly used to refer to men's masturbation?"
"Uh..." I scramble through her words frantically, trying to get them to make sense in my brain, "yeah."
"This morning."
I coughed. I don't know why I didn't expect her to answer... I mean, I know how open she is... but still, her answer shocks me.
"This morning?"
"Yes. I attempt to engage in masturbation once or twice every day."
I blink. Images of Maura writhing under her own hands come to mind and I instantly feel a clenching down in my 'pink canoe'.
"You... really?" I attempt to make my tone as sarcastic as it is normally, but it just comes across as curious.
"Really."
"What do you think about?"
No, no, no. Did I really just say that? Really?
"Lots of things."
"Like...?"
She looks at me, and her gaze is more than mildly curious. I get the distinct impression that she is 'reading' me, trying to assess how much she can tell me before it freaks me out. I try to make my expression as open as possible, because suddenly, knowing exactly who and what she fantasises about is of utmost importance.
"Well, sometimes Ian... occasionally a movie star I find attractive... someone at work whom I find appealing, but mostly..."
I hold my breath.
She breathes in deeply and stares me straight in the eye. "You."
"Me?" I am squeaking. Why am I squeaking?
"You."
"That's..." I trail off, clear my throat a few times and shift my legs. The feelings of my wet thighs rubbing together makes me glance down, and I see her look too. When I look back up, her eyes are dark, predatory.
"Are you wet, Jane?" she growls lowly, and I gulp.
"Uh. Maybe," I answer intelligently.
"I'm wet."
I groan as a river of my arousal seems to gush out of me, and I almost miss her next words.
"Do you want to feel?"
"I..." I gulp. This is a dream. Surely, this is a dream. Things like this just don't happen in real life. "Yes."
She stands up, slowly, slowly dragging her skirt up her legs, finally leaving it to rest bunched up around her waist. She turns so that her back is to me and, bending at the waist, drags her panties down her legs. I can see her arousal... how swollen and wet she is for me... and I moan.
"Maura..."
She stands up straight and turns around. She holds onto my shoulder with two delicate fingers as she pulls her panties off completely, then dangles it in front of my face for one excruciatingly long second, before dropping it to the floor.
"Do you want to touch me, Jane?" she asks, and I realize that my hands are still by my side. I lift them to put them on her hips, but she swats them before they reach their destination. "Answer me first."
I stare at her wildly. "Yes. Please. Yes."
She stares down at me for a few seconds. I blink. If this is a dream, it's the best damn dream I've ever had.
"Okay."
"Okay?" I ask, and stare wide eyed as she first sits, then lies back on the couch, knees pressed together demurely. I stare. "Uh..."
"Well?"
"Your knees..." I flap my hands.
She smiles.
"Please... your legs. Please spread your legs so I can... oh God, Maura, please just..."
"I like it when you beg," she says sweetly, and her legs fall open. I stare.
"I... uh... can I...?"
She nods. I've never had sex with a woman before, but I know what I want to do to this woman. I want to consume her, taste her, fill her. I want to see if she's a screamer, a moaner, a lip biter or somewhere in between. I want to make her ache.
The only problem is: I have no idea how to start.
"Uh..."
"Kiss me, Jane," she whispers, and I gulp, crawling over her body, staring at her lips. I lean down quickly, pressing my closed lips to hers briefly. She groans in frustration. "Kiss me properly, Jane."
"I..."
She threads her fingers through my hair and yanks me down, our mouths colliding together almost painfully as we kiss with near bruising intensity. When I feel her tongue licking at my lips, begging for entrance, I open my mouth and let her explore even as we tongue wrestle, then I explore her mouth in return.
When we pull back, I moan. "Fuck."
"Oh," she grins, her eyes feral. "We haven't even started yet." Her hand is still tangled in my hair, and, using that grip, she pushes me down towards her breasts. "Suck my nipples."
I stare. She is still wearing her dress. It is bunched around her waist, yes, but she is still wearing it.
"Figure it out," she tells me impatiently, arching her back wantonly. I can see her nipples straining through the material so, acting purely on impulse, I suction my mouth around one material covered nipple and suck hard. She moans deeply. I pull back. Her dress is a V-neck, and the material doesn't look to be that strong...
She gasped as the material rips. "I liked this dress!"
"I'll buy you a new one," I tell her, staring down at the uncovered breasts. No bra. This woman really is trying to kill me. With no further ado, I lean down and started licking and biting at the other nipple, all while I massage the breast I had first feasted my attentions on.
After a few seconds, she pulls me up by the hair and claims my mouth again, her legs wrapping around my body as we kiss deeply. I can feel her wet heat seeping through my pants leg and I moan. I may never wash these pants again.
"Perform cunnilingus on me, Jane. Make me orgasm."
I roll my eyes. "Only you would say 'cunnilingus' and 'orgasm' instead of 'fuck' and 'cum'..."
She stares at me. "Do you want to argue over semantics, or suck my clit?"
Fuck. "Suck your clit."
She puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes. Hard.
"Do it, then."
I stare at her pussy. It's not shaved... thank God, cause that freaks me out... but it is well trimmed and shaped, and I... I... still don't know what the hell I'm doing.
"Jane..." she groans.
"I don't..." I start, and she props herself up on her elbows.
"Jane, I cannot remember ever being this aroused before. I am this wet because of you. Trust me, even if you are bad at this, I will still orgasm. Just... fuck... me."
I let out a moan. "Okay." Taking a deep breath, I lower my head slightly before raising it again. "You'll tell me if I'm doing something wrong though, right? I mean, you'll say something?"
She literally growls in frustration and, using the grip she still has of my hair, forces my head down. "Lick me, suck me, fuck me. Now."
Holy shit.
Slowly and tentatively, I drag my tongue along her slit. She moans deeply.
I press a little deeper, and her taste positively explodes across my tongue. Instantly, I am addicted and I start lapping at her like a cat laps up milk, frantically trying to get all of the liquid arousal that seems to be flowing out of her non-stop. She grabs hold of her own breasts and arches her back, and I can't help but stop just to watch her, because it is the hottest damn thing I've ever seen.
"Ja-a-ane..." she pants, and my hand dances up her thigh, finally reaching her slick heat. I take a deep breath and run my fingers along her slit, pushing inside just the tiniest bit so that I can separate her lips a little bit. Her swollen clit instantly pops out and my mouth salivates. Even as my forefinger slowly finds its home inside of her, my mouth is on her clit, and I vaguely remember reading something about tracing the alphabet on a woman's clitoris so the movements don't become repetitive. Upward stroke, downward stroke, quick slash across the middle. Straight line, then two quick curves. One big curve. Straight line, one big curve... her back is arching and her legs are spasming and I'm only up to the letter D. I smile. One straight vertical line, then three horizontal lines...
"JANE!" she screams and I know she is almost there so I throw one leg over her thigh and grind myself down on it. I don't think it will be enough to get me to orgasm, but fuck it if I don't need something to rub against. I slide another finger inside of Maura as I buck desperately against her leg and she tightens around my fingers and stops moving completely.
"Maura?" I ask, but then she is screaming and orgasming and she has barely finished before she has flipped me over, thrust her tongue back in my mouth and rubbed her finger against my clit once, twice, and the world is no more.
Fuck, I love this woman.
END
Yup, so this is my next venture after 'Doctor and Patient'. Tell me what you think, please! :-D