Chapter Twenty-Eight

"I feel like a teenager," Charlie admitted, her mouth still pressed against Joey's.

"So do I," Joey said.

They had gone on a date, opting for the traditional dinner and a movie and were now in their room making out. It was Friday and they were both looking forward to a weekend off work, which they could spend together. Throughout the course of the week, they had become even more inseparable, if that was possible. They had been busy learning lines for the play and frequently got distracted as they grew in confidence with their relationship.

"Except, I didn't do this with girls then," Charlie added.

"I did," Joey grinned.

Charlie laughed and kissed her again. It developed slowly, deepening as Joey guided Charlie onto her back, resting her weight on top of her. Charlie enjoyed the feeling of Joey pressed against her. Their breasts met through their clothes and Joey slipped her thigh between Charlie's legs. Charlie wondered if Joey would be able to feel the heat from her body. She smiled as Joey traced her fingers down her body, stopping at the hem of her shirt. Her skin tingled in anticipation. The first time Joey had delved underneath her clothes, Charlie had been both startled and thrilled. It had been wonderful. They made eye contact and as usual, Joey silently asked permission to continue. Charlie's expression let her know that it was okay. Joey slipped her hand inside Charlie's shirt, letting her fingers glide over her soft skin. She traced patterns over her tummy, searching the contours of her body until she reached her chest. She touched the fabric of Charlie's bra, feeling her respond quickly. As they kissed, Joey outlined the material of Charlie's bra and the flesh just above it. They hadn't yet delved any deeper with each other, although Joey was dying to. She didn't want to push Charlie any further than she was willing to go. She planted kisses on her girlfriend's jaw, neck and collarbone, allowing her tongue to take control, teasing and tasting her. Charlie wriggled beneath her, breathing heavily and unsure of which sensation to respond to first as Joey mercilessly toyed with the most sensitive part of her breast. Returning to kiss her lips again, Joey felt Charlie grip her thigh and shift her hips. She looked into Charlie's eyes, wondering if she might be allowed to explore a little further tonight after such a wonderful evening together. Charlie reached up and undid the first button of her shirt by way of granting Joey permission to undo the rest of them. Removing her hand from beneath Charlie's clothes, Joey was quick to follow instruction. She audibly gasped when she finally got to see Charlie with her shirt open for real. She looked amazing in her black bra. Her skin was perfect and crying out to be touched. It felt different somehow to be granted visual access instead of just physical while it was hidden away. She kissed Charlie's mouth again and felt her tremble slightly before she shifted so that she could straddle her. Joey kept her movements slow and careful so as not to frighten Charlie away. She wanted everything to be perfect for her, for them. Charlie got goose bumps when Joey ran her fingertips up and down her body several times before settling back on her breasts, circling all the visible flesh that she could find.

"Can I?" Joey whispered, leaning close to Charlie's mouth.

Charlie nodded and watched as Joey slipped her fingers inside one cup. Feelings rushed through both of them at the contact. Every part of Charlie felt like it was throbbing and on fire as Joey played with her, easing her bra straps down and bringing her out. Joey sat back and let out a breath as she admired Charlie's body. She was every inch as beautiful as Joey had imagined she would be. Charlie blushed. They smiled at each other shyly. Joey continued to excite her, tenderly, gently and wonderfully. Watching the way Charlie responded to her touch, drove Joey crazy. She lowered her body atop Charlie's again and let her mouth find her breast, running her tongue delicately over her and making her gasp. Charlie arched her back, offering as much of herself as Joey could take. Joey slipped her hand up to Charlie's unattended breast, wanting to make her as happy as possible. So many emotions flooded through her. She could hardly believe that this was really happening, that Charlie cared so much about her that she was willing to step out of her comfort zone and be with her. And Charlie was the most sensual person that Joey had ever known. She was beautiful and Joey didn't think she would ever want to stop touching her.

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They had made out for over an hour before finally settling to sleep, making sure they were fully clothed in pyjamas so they could hold each other through the night.

"Are you happy, Charlie?" Joey whispered through the darkness.

"Very happy," Charlie replied, a dreamy lilt to her voice.

She stroked a lazy arm up and down Joey's arm. She didn't think she had been so happy in all her life. Joey was so sweet to be so patient with her, taking things so slowly. It felt so strange not to leap into sex now that they knew they loved each other but Charlie was still getting used to things and she knew that Joey had her own issues to deal with. They were healing together.