One week later...
Sara steps out onto the fire escape on the top floor of her apartment building. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. The sounds of traffic, people milling about on the streets, and sirens in the distance filling her ears. The smell of the many restaurants creeping up through her nostrils. She melted into the feeling of the city around her, making her feel calm.
She opens her eyes and looks back into the open door that leads into her kitchen. She smiles sweetly at Tegan who stands watching her from inside, she smiles hesitantly back. Sara breaks their gaze, picks up the heavy backpack at her feet, and puts her arms through each strap. She tilts her head in a motion for Tegan to follow her.
Tegan walks outside, standing next to Sara. A light breeze blows her hair into her face, and she moves to tuck it behind her ear, but not before Sara's own hand does it for her causing her to blush. She chances a glance down through the barred platform beneath her feet, her stomach dropping at how far she is from the ground.
"Where are we going?" Tegan asks nervously. She doesn't trust Sara, she has only known her a week, and isn't sure she wants to go somewhere that wouldn't let them use the normal entrance/exit into a building.
"Up. You're not afraid of heights are you?"
"I'm not afraid of anything." Tegan puffs out her chest, not one to show weakness.
Sara lifts her eyebrows and giggles at her silly action.
"Good. Follow me."
The pair walk across the narrow metal fire escape to the back side of the building. Sara stops when they reach a small ladder leading up to the roof.
"You first." Tegan eyes the ladder skeptically.
Sara grabs one of the higher rungs with both hands and steps onto the lowest one. She begins climbing, stopping half way. Peering down, she spots Tegan staring at her round, plump bum in her form fitting jeans.
"It's cute, isn't it?" She snickers.
To some, her cockiness may be off putting but Tegan is loving it. She raises her hand and gives it light smack before Sara resumes her ascent, now out of Tegan's reach.
Once Sara reaches the top, Tegan steps up onto the ladder. She stays there, taking deep breaths and giving herself a small pep talk that it's okay and to not look down. She hopes Sara isn't watching her. She starts to move up slowly, hoping her sweaty hands won't make her slip. She makes it up safely, and sees Sara standing by the ledge, on the opposite side.
Tegan takes a moment to take in the landscape of the roof, it was extremely spacious. There were two rows of windows that stuck up about 4 feet and angling in slightly to where you could sit on them if you wanted, creating the skylight that ran through the entryway and hallways of the apartment inside.
She walks over to Sara and stands next to her, admiring the large, beautiful view of the city.
"Wow, nice view."
"Yeah? It's not the only up here." Sara turns her head to look at Tegan, her eyes twinkling.
Tegan chuckles and shakes her head, moving behind Sara. She unzips the backpack and grabs two beer bottles out, handing one to Sara.
She clinks the neck of her bottle against Sara's and raises it in the air.
"Here's to, hopefully, remembering getting it on."
Six beers later, the two lay side by side staring up at the barely visible stars, hidden by the city's lights and pollution, giggling at nothing in particular.
Tegan stretches out her limbs, sitting up. She throws a leg over Sara's body, straddling her, her bum resting on her thighs.
"I have a surprise." Tegan smiles, looking down at Sara.
"Yeah?" Sara asks curiously, leaning up on her elbows.
Reaching into her back pocket, Tegan grabs her cigarette case. She flips it open to reveal a neat little row of white joints.
"I hope you smoke." Tegan says, gently taking one out and placing it between her lips.
"Hey now, be polite."
Sara takes the joint out of Tegan's mouth and places it between her own lips. She looks at Tegan expectantly, waiting for her to light it up. Tegan grabs her lighter and sparks it, holding it in front of the joint. The end of the joint turns a bright orange and Sara inhales deeply. She holds the smoke in her lungs while she removes the joint from her mouth and hands it to Tegan. Tilting her head back, she blows out a thick cloud of smoke. Her mind already feeling a bit cloudy.
Tegan mirrors Sara's actions, only releasing the smoke in thick, perfect smoke rings. She takes another hit. Her hand rests on Sara's shoulder and she leans forward. She opens her mouth and places it over Sara's own parted lips and exhales the smoke. She begins to lean back but Sara grabs tight fistfuls of Tegan's shirt and brings her back to her lips.
With their senses heightened from the drug, their tongues sloppily and hurriedly explore each other's mouths. Sara's lithe fingers sneak up under Tegan's shirt and draw lazy patterns under her breasts, across her ribs. She feel's the goosebumps erupt on Tegan's skin and she drags her nails all the way down to her hips.
Tegan moans and pulls back, their lips protesting at being disconnected. She's too high and her core is on fire just from that little action, she doesn't want things to go too quickly. She stands and goes over to the skylight and lays against one of the windows.
Sara takes one more hit and joins Tegan by the window.
"Problem?" Sara asks.
"No..no.. just a little overstimulated."
Sara presses her hands against the glass on either side of Tegan's face, placing most of her body weight atop her, and leans in close to her ear and breathily whispers, "Mm, and that's a bad thing?"
Tegan can only whimper as Sara lightly bites and licks her ear and down her neck.
Her hands once again snake under Tegan's shirt, drawing light shapes, leaving fire in their wake. Forgetting about not wanting to go too fast, Tegan lifts her body up so Sara can slip her hands to Tegan's back and undo the clasp of her bra, pushing the material up, giving her access to Tegan's soft, perky breasts.
Her thumbs skim across each of the quickly hardening buds, tingles shooting to Tegan's fingertips and toes. Her mind has gone blank and she can only focus on the feeling of Sara working her into a puddle.
"Mmph.. oh god.. tongue, use your tongue." Tegan lazily demands, attempting to pull her shirt up when Sara swats her hands away and does it herself. She'll be damned if she thinks she can take charge of Sara's game.
With the fabric bunched up across her collar bones, her breasts are exposed to the cool night air. Sara places one more kiss on Tegan's lips, sucking the bottom lip between her teeth and pulling back before releasing and moving her head lower. She flattens her tongue against Tegan's skin, dragging it slowly in the valley of her lush breasts. She licks across to her right, swirling her tongue and zoning in on Tegan's nipple, giving it a light bite before soothing it with her tongue.
Sara's hands move down to Tegan's jeans while her mouth works over to her left breast. She can feel Tegan squirm under her and hear her groan with impatience. Mentally patting herself on the back she finds her way back to Tegan's lips. Their eyes lock while Sara's fingers toy with the button and zipper of her pants. She slowly pulls down the tight jeans and underwear to her knees.
Sara grins wickedly as she cups Tegan's mound with her left hand, feeling the warmth and wetness radiating off of her. With her right hand, she reaches for one of the empty beer bottles on the ground. She brings it to her lips, licking from the bottom of the neck to the opening, never breaking their eye contact. Tegan's eyes are so glazed over with lust and from the pot, Sara wonders if she's even focusing on her at all.
Holding the bottle at Tegan's pussy, Sara slowly glides the top of it up her slit. The cold, foreign sensation seems to bring Tegan out of her trance and her eyes widen for a second before she remembers to not show fear and telling herself it's no different than her hairbrush or a dildo. The fear seems to leave her as soon as the bottle is pushed into her dripping entrance, and she lets out a low, pleasurable moan.
With her head hidden in the crook of Tegan's neck, Sara grins triumphantly, most girls would have objected to this and she can feel her own core start to dampen. Tegan's hips roll to meet her slow, steady movements of the bottle neck working in and out of her. Sara picks up her pace tenfold, moving her whole body. Her own pussy grinds against Tegan's thigh, their bodies moving in rhythm, Tegan's breasts swaying up and down, her moans getting louder.
"M-more." Tegan pants out.
"You wanna take it all?"
Tegan nods frantically in response.
Sara's shocked by this, but there's no way in hell she'll deny her the request. She stands up and removes Tegan's bottom clothing all the way. She grabs each leg and pushes them up and out, spreading Tegan further apart, her glistening cunt exposed to the heavens. She picks the bottle back up and easily inserts it up to the bottom of the neck. She's met with resistance as she forces it further but the deep guttural moan that escapes Tegan tells her she better not fucking stop.
Tegan's nails dig into her own thighs and Sara's jaw drops in awe as the bottle all but disappears inside of her. She resumes her previous pace, unable to avert her gaze elsewhere, though the oblivious man walking through the 2nd level hall doesn't go unnoticed, at the incredible sight in front of her. She's afraid she'll cum even before Tegan does.
Tegan's on cloud nine, eyes rolling into the back of her head, her lips pulling into a small smile with gasps and quiet moans escaping every second. Her hips raise completely in the air, thrusting to meet Sara's movements. She feels the pressure starting to build in her lower stomach and her eyes snap shut in concentration.
"Oh- ohh fuck.. Sar.. SAARAAAA" Tegan screams at the top of her lungs, the birds on the roof flying away in terror.
Her orgasm surges through her, locking her body in place, the bottle forced out of her, clattering to the ground. The hair on the back of her neck stands up, and her juices are spilling out of her and running down the glass window.
She's sure that just shot to the top of the list of best orgasms ever had, by anyone.
A minute passes before Tegan can even open her eyes and begin to relax. She's met with Sara's eyes watching her, mouth practically pouring with drool. Her cheeks flush even more, and she gives her a sly smile.
Sara snaps out of it and remembers her own release and how close she is. Tegan doesn't even have time to think about how to return the favor when Sara grabs her hand and shoves it down her own pants. Her hand rests on top of Tegan's and she guides them to her throbbing clit. They work tight, quick circles and Sara braces herself with a hand against the window. Only mere seconds pass before she feels it.
"Ohhh my gooooood." She cries out as her head falls onto Tegan's bare chest and her body convulses in spasms of pleasure.
"Holy shit." Tegan mutters after a few moments of their collective efforts to regain their breath.
Sara grins against Tegan's chest and lifts her head, her sweaty cheek sticking to Tegan's equally sweaty skin. She looks into Tegan's eyes, her grin turning cocky.
"So did I prove you wrong?"
