March 4th
Gotham City
1520 EST
"So, now that he's gone, is everything really okay between you two?" Aasha asked, setting her laptop aside. She looked at Barbara, giving her big brown doe eyes. They worked well on her girlfriend, but Aasha didn't want to use them too often, saving them for things she found very important.
"Yes Ash, stop giving me the puppy dog eyes, we're good. I was angry, and he was stubborn, but we worked it out." Barbara said, patting the cushion next to her, encouraging Ash to slip in beside her. It took exactly that much convincing too. She slid in beside Barbara and curled up comfortably. "One day, I might be able to give you details."
"Okay." Aasha said sweetly. "Babs, something's been bothering me lately. I was going to wait until the end of the week in case things got weird, but it feels dishonest. You called me one of your loved ones, did you mean that?" She asked, feeling smaller than usual.
Barbara glanced down at her girlfriend and kissed her on top of the head. "Yes Aasha, we both love you and you know it." She said in a comforting tone. Aasha had horrible moments of being insecure, and she was having one now it looked like.
"So, I'm… I'm allowed to say it back?" She asked hopefully, looking up at Barbara with her doe eyes, unintentionally this time.
"You were afraid to say how you felt? You should know better than that. Yes, you are perfectly allowed to tell the people you love that you love them. Were you afraid I was going to get jealous or something?" Barbara asked.
Aasha nodded and chewed on her bottom lip, a sure sign she was nervous. "I did, but okay, I love you."
"I love you too Ash." Barbara said kindly. She did, there was no dishonesty in her statement at all. The girl had found the easy way into her heart, just being a kind, honest, and caring soul. In Gotham, a compassionate spirit was a priceless rarity.
"Oh yay!" Aasha squeaked. "I'm sorry I've been so insecure and flighty lately. I feel like I just can't get a handle on my life right now. Everything's in such turmoil."
"Well, that's what we're here for." Barbara said. "I promise we'll hit the Gotham art scene with a vengeance. I know somebody I can send your résumé to, who can go over it and offer some suggestions, totally free. You want me to email it to them?"
"Yes, that would be lovely, thank you." Aasha said, turning her head up for a kiss. Barbara obliged her, brushing her lips across Aasha's softly before planting a slow, sweet kiss on her. Aasha pushed into it, showing a little bit of aggression. She wanted Babs, badly. The way she brushed her lips with her own always worked on her.
Still happily obliging, Barbara let Aasha control the pace, turning her whole body into it for comfort. She giggled softly and began running her fingers through Aasha's thick mane of silky soft hair. "I don't guess I get to finish lunch?" she asked, not particularly caring if she did or not.
"If you want." Aasha said coquettishly, pulling a page from Barbara's book. If that's how Deke felt when she did it to him, then her use of it was dangerous, because she felt like putty in Aasha's hand the moment she batted her eyes and spoke up. She might be small and unassuming, but the girl knew how to be dirty when she wanted to.
"It can wait." Barbara said, leaning back into her girl. Aasha let her push her down until her back was on the sofa, letting Barbara take control. She responded by slipping a hand under Aasha's shirt, trailing her nails up the girl's abdomen, causing her to shiver and giggle. That turned to a stillness when Barbara placed her hand atop the girl's breast, causing her to murmur happily.
She latched back onto Aasha's lips, not quite ready to strip her lover down yet, instead kneading her breasts under her shirt like high schoolers. Aasha squirmed under her, and wrapped her arms around Barbara's neck, pulling her tighter in, taking deep breaths of her wildflower scent.
Barbara finally broke their kiss and began kissing and nibbling down Aasha's jaw, causing Aasha to bring her legs apart and wrap them around her hips. Her breathing at Barbara's treatment grew deeper and louder, turning into quaking exhales. "How do you know how to hit my buttons so well?" Aasha whimpered as the static low in her stomach began building towards the storm.
"I've had time to explore." Barbara said, nipping lightly at Aasha's earlobe. She hooked a finger into the cup of Aasha's bra and peeled it away from her breast, exposing her stiffening peaks. Goosebumps formed on the girl's skin and a mewling sound escaped her mouth as Barbara pinched at it lightly. Deciding to give back, Aasha leaned her head up and kissed at Barbara's neck, letting her teeth graze across her milky white skin. She arched her back and moaned when Aasha nipped her back, giving her a chance to slips her hands under Barbara's shirt. She grasped at Barbara's breasts, squeezing and kneading them like she'd had done to hers, though she waited to tease the girl's peaks.
"You like that?" Aasha asked, letting go of Barbara's hips with one leg before working it up between Barbara's, giving them both something to grind on. Barbara happily went with it, rubbing her denim and cotton clad sex against her lover's thigh, feeling that wonderfully torturous friction tease her.
"I do. I like it very much." Barbara said, grasping the hem of Aasha's sweatshirt and pulling it up, fighting the urge to tie the girl's wrists. She was positively horrified of being tied up, something she and Deke had learned the hard way, when they'd accidentally made her cry on her own birthday.
Once off with the offending garment, Barbara took the time to appreciate her lover. Smooth, perfect skin, flat stomach, a little flare to her hips, and small adorable breasts; how anyone could look past her was an affront to nature. She smiled hungrily at Aasha, and peeled her own shirt off, leaving them both in their bras. If there was a competition between them, Aasha would have won it, her modest breasts covered and supported by a lacy red number, while Barbara was in a comfortable nude brassiere that left it all to the imagination.
"These are in the way." Aasha said, slipping her arms around Barbara's back and unhooking her bra, letting her beautiful breasts loose to breathe. The black metal ornaments in her small nipples stood out in perfect contrast to her pale skin, making her look naughtier than she might otherwise come off.
"Yes they are." Barbara replied, and ever the detective, she slipped a hand up Aasha's stomach and worked her finger behind the clasp of her own lacy red bra, before making a deft gesture, causing the garment to split as intended. Front clasps were a nightmare for boys, so she'd read, but knowing they existed meant she knew to look for them.
"Wear this for Deke's birthday fun, I want to see how long it takes him to figure it out." Barbara said wickedly, before leaning down and taking one of Aasha's nipples in her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it aggressively, but not too firmly.
Aasha clutched Barbara's head to her breast and began grinding her leg into the other girl's sex, trying to turn her further on. "That feels so good." She cooed, encouraging Barbara's ego, even as she gripped her other breast, squeezing it and pinching at her own nipple.
Barbara followed suit with her girl and began making a stroking motion with the leg between Aasha's. She wanted to yank the girl's jeans and panties off right then and there, but she waited, letting Aasha make the next move.
Aasha did, surprisingly so, by wrapping her fingers in Barbara's hair and giving a firm tug. A sudden moan escaped Barbara's lips at the unusual treatment from her generally very sweet and submissive girlfriend. She couldn't help but giggle at the surprised and frightened look on Aasha's face, apparently not expecting it to do anything for the girl.
"Don't stop." Barbara cooed, her mouth open and her bottom lip looking pouty. Aasha took that as a cue, and crushed her lips into Barbara's again, this time nibbling and biting on her lips instead of kissing them, making the redhead squirm.
She teased at Barbara for a while, nipping and nibbling here and there, before scooting herself down a few inches and tugging on her nipple rings. As expected, Barbara hissed in pleasurable pain, the sting mixing with the highly enjoyable feeling. "So, I apparently have a new on-switch." Barbara said, her voice husky from arousal. "They're healed, by the way."
"Oh good." Aasha said, and used her lips to tickle and tease Barbara's stiff peaks, before flicking her exceptionally long tongue up against them, using the tip of it to fiddle with the jewelry.
That was it, she was finished playing games. Barbara reached down between them and unsnapped Aasha's jeans, and tugged her zipper down, before sliding a hand down beneath the girl's panties. She mewled approvingly as Barbara stroked her very wet slit, the girl's petals swollen from friction and arousal.
Aasha relaxed, letting Barbara take the driver's seat. She shut her eyes and smiled as Barbara teased her entrance, loving the way her very nimble fingers worked across her petals. To make it easier, Aasha pushed down on the waistband of her jeans so that Barbara had some more room to operate comfortably.
Barbara smirked at the matched set of underwear Aasha had worn. Red lace, thong panties and demi-cup bra, it was all evidence the girl had naughty activities on her mind. She ceased her teasing long enough to help the girl out of her jeans at least, before going back to it, flickering her fingertips and enjoying the tactile sensation.
Before Aasha could get too used to it though, Barbara brought her fingertip up higher, and began massaging the girl's button. Slick from Aasha's dew, she worked the girl's sex like she was scrolling a mouse wheel, her finger working in an almost undulating manner. It had the effect she was looking for, causing Aasha's back to arch and a loud, long moan to emerge from her mouth.
"Somebody likes that." Barbara said with a smug sense of satisfaction. She loved having playtime with Aasha. It allowed her to see to the core of the girl, to understand her like nobody else but her boy understood her; perhaps even deeper, since they shared more than just a lover. Both women, both heroes, both possessing a more powerful sense of sexuality than they let on, it was an honest expression for the both of them.
"Yes, somebody does." Aasha said urgently, as Barbara's attention had caused the storm brewing within her to grow in power. She began rotating her hips, trying to find the right spot, and when she did, and her hips went from rotating to bucking, Barbara knew the moment wasn't far behind.
She had to kiss Aasha to shut her up, before she disturbed the neighbors. Where she tended to bite her lip and try to control herself, in recent times, Aasha had begun to allow herself to fully let loose. She wasn't near as loud as Barbara, but she could be just as vocal, a full palette of beautifully erotic sounds available to her to illustrate her pleasure.
As Aasha bucked her hips, Barbara crooked her finger and slipped it into Aasha's tiny opening. In the midst of climax, her grip was tight enough to give even Barbara's slender finger some trouble, but she worked her way in smoothly and steadily, aided by Aasha's arousal. "What are you doooooooooh my God! Don't stop!" Aasha squeaked as Barbara began stroking the upper part of her walls, applying firm pressure to the girl's G spot.
For Aasha, the full body orgasm that was rolling slowly across her was intense. "I'm coming!" She called out, turning her head into the couch cushion to muffle herself. Barbara kept at it with steady, even pressure, trying to let the girl sail on a while, and had a laugh about herself, wondering if that's how she looked.
Discontent to just wiggle her fingers, and very much wanting to taste her lover, Barbara leaned down and flicked her tongue across the front of Aasha's sex as she rode through her climax. Since she hadn't stopped, Barbara bit down on the waistband of Aasha's panties and tugged them down, before flittering the tip of her tongue lightly on the girl's button.
The very sudden and new sensation caused Aasha's back to arch hard, almost smacking Barbara in the face with her sex. Deciding it was probably too much, Barbara steadily slowed her fingertip down until she was barely touching the girl's spot at all.
Aasha laid there and twitched for a moment, a common reaction from her after a powerful orgasm. She sighed unhappily when Barbara withdrew her finger, but her eyes brightened when Babs began fellating her digit, sucking all of Aasha's dew. She leaned up and joined her redheaded lover, taking Barbara's hand forcefully and applying her own technique.
"That is so hot." Barbara muttered, her free hand absently trailing to her own sex. Aasha noticed this, and put her hands on Barbara's shoulders, pushing her down onto the sofa with a bewitching look on her face. "Is it my turn?" she asked, pleased to see Aasha nod.
Barbara aided her lover in removing her jeans, pulling her panties down with them. "No games." Aasha said once Barbara was bare to her, and trailed her tongue from the underside of Barbara's chin, between the valley of her breasts, down her sculpted abdomen, and through the narrow tuft of hair Barbara kept, before flicking her tongue straight on the girl's button.
So used to being in charge, Barbara was enjoying the more assertive approach Aasha took with her, the idea of being taken working its way into her head, stimulating her mind and body. When Aasha's tongue tapped on her most sensitive spot, she was well and ready for it, and began whimpering and cooing happily.
The differences in how Aasha and Deke pleased her were wildly different, but no less enjoyable. Deke was enthusiastic, and knew how to listen to her body, but Aasha had an artist's soul, and used her tongue on Barbara's sex like a painter on a canvas. Even acting aggressively, she took her time to use all the strokes at her disposal, long and slow, short and quick, light, and very hard.
Barbara couldn't help but gather a bunch of the girl's black hair as she feasted on her sex. The way she worked that tongue was magical, and when she added her lips to the mix it became even better. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, wondering if Aasha simply had an oral fixation. She absolutely loved giving Deke head in their playtimes, and she was a sucker for performing for Barbara too. It gave Barbara a really dirty idea, but the gossamer threads of her thoughts were trailing away quickly.
Aasha glanced up and batted her eyes at her moaning lover, before slipping her middle and ring fingers within Barbara's sex, making the girl squirm in delight. Barbara's hands went to her breasts, squeezing and pinching, as Aasha kept her mouth and hands busy. Since Barbara had tried something new with her, she felt it was only proper to be brave too, so with her free hand, she began stroking Barbara's button, while she dropped her tongue lower to flick about on her bum.
Both Deke and Babs liked toying with hers, and she dearly loved the way it felt, but she'd never mustered the courage before then. She was glad she had though, because the moment her tongue touched Barbara's bum, the girl hissed and gripped tighter on her breasts. "Oh damn Aasha!" Barbara yelped, releasing one of her breasts to grab a pillow.
Emboldened by hearing her name in that tone of voice, Aasha doubled down on her efforts, flittering and licking about, tossing in an occasional nip on Barbara's round cheeks. It was tricky to keep both hands and her mouth working independently, but she did the best she could, trying to focus more on the hand she was using to massage Barbara's button. She could hear her name through the pillow, and knew she was doing well.
The fire erupted in Barbara quickly, ripping through her hard and fast. She locked up in the moment, her body tensing while the muscles in her pelvis began contracting, each pulse driving her deeper and deeper into the throes of orgasm. Aasha kept her pace up, not relenting, loving how she could send her girl into multiples with almost no effort. Each time, Barbara's body locked up for a moment, and each time she got just a little bit louder.
Before she could suffocate herself with the pillow, Aasha backed off a little at a time, first withdrawing her fingers from inside her lover, then slowing to a stop on her button. She kept her tongue on Barbara's bum a bit longer, coaxing one last climax out of her before letting her rest.
"What has gotten into you?" Barbara asked with wide eyes, tossing the pillow aside without a lick of concern where it landed. She was struggling with her body, trying to get it to behave, and was honestly surprised she could get words out.
"I wanted some kind of control, with the way my life is going." Aasha said, licking her fingers clean of Barbara's sweet dew. "I know I can please you, so, I did. I didn't hear you complaining." She added, standing up and walking to the end of the couch where Barbara was resting her head.
"Oh, I'm not." Barbara replied breathlessly. She reached out and wrapped her arm around Aasha's bottom, pulling her closer. "I want a better taste." She explained, and helped Aasha into a kneeling position over her face. When the small woman acquiesced, her arm so twisted by the invitation, Barbara began trailing her tongue up along Aasha's entrance.
"This is lovely." Aasha said, looking down to see Barbara's beautiful blue eyes from beneath her. The frenetic pace becoming slower was exactly what both girls needed, they'd both certainly experienced climax, this was just a wonderful cool-down.
Not that Barabra wasn't about to try to satisfy her lover anyway. She slipped her hands up Aasha's stomach to grasp her breasts, giving the girl something to lean into while she sat on her face. Within minutes, the stimulation on her sex and her small stiff peaks had Aasha moaning and whimpering quietly. She took hold of Barbara's hair again, this time not tugging, just holding on, and used her other hand to steady herself on the back of the couch.
Her climax hit quickly, but it was small and perfectly manageable. On wobbly legs, she rose and got off of Barbara's face, before plopping down on the couch. "That was, well, I needed that." Aasha said, breathing heavily. "I needed that quite badly. Thank you for being there."
"Don't thank me Aasha." Barbara said, licking her lips and sitting up. "I feel like I should be telling you where to leave your money, and I'm not so big on that."
"I didn't just mean the sex." Aasha replied. "Helping me with getting a new job, giving me a place to stay, being my friend, all of it. The sex was wonderful, don't get me wrong. It was just a small part of it all though."
Barbara scooted over and pulled Aasha into her side to snuggle with her. "Aasha, I told you, you are loved here. Speaking of, what's your middle name?" Barbara asked, switching gears on her in an instant.
"Kathryn." Aasha said, so surprised she didn't hesitate to answer. Not that she minded, she trusted Barbara implicitly, but there was an inevitable reaction she got every time she shared her middle name.
Barbara would be no exception. "Kathryn?" She asked, not expecting it.
"Were you expecting something like Parminder, or Jayshree, or perhaps Sonam or Aarti?" Aasha said, poking her girlfriend in the stomach. At Barbara's remorseful expression, Aasha shook her head with a smile. "My mother insisted I have a European name when they left for England, in case my classmates couldn't pronounce my first name, I could go by Kate or Katie. Why do you ask?"
"The wedding invitations." Barbara explained. "We don't have much done, but we do have a guest list."