8. #Breathless

Cat had never been so excited, and so afraid.

She had gotten everything she'd ever hoped for. She went to her prom dressed as a (sexy) princess with the girl of her dreams, who finally confessed that she loved Cat the same way Cat loved her. She shared a kiss that made her feel things she never thought possible, to the point where she was practically crawling out of her skin with desire.

Cat was a lady, first and foremost. She knew that most people found her cute and that many boys found her very attractive. Maybe even a bit sexy. She knew how to flirt and use her body to draw attention. She'd made out with a handful of guys, but it never went beyond the making out and it never, ever felt like those first kisses with Sam. Those kisses lit a fire in Cat's belly and made it feel like there was a river running between her thighs. And every time she looked at Sam for the rest of the night, she got those same feelings.

She wanted Sam more than anything. More than singing. More than air. More than…more than bibble.

But that's also what scared her. Sam was Sam. She was so smart and beautiful, Cat was sure she had more experience than she did when it came to...well, being physical. And at the risk of being unladylike, more than once she would wake up in the middle of the night and hear Sam...taking care of herself. She'd always been too bashful to look, but by the sounds of it, Sam owned every inch of her body and knew what she liked. She knew things that Cat probably couldn't even imagine. Cat had always been raised to be a lady, and a lady didn't think about such things.

She wasn't completely ignorant. She knew how to take care of herself. She knew what she liked and what worked for her. And a lot of the time when she was doing that, she would think about being with Sam. Not that she imagined Sam doing anything to her, but she thought about how happy she'd be to just lay in the same bed as her and fall asleep in her arms. Things like that got her excited. In fact, before that kiss, she would have thought that those things were all she could want.

Now she couldn't stop thinking about Sam's lips biting hers, or Sam's tongue wrestling into her mouth or Sam's hands all over her body. Her belly was on fire and she squeezed her legs tightly just to try and get some kind of pressure or relief. But the idea of going there with Sam was endlessly frightening. What if she didn't know what to do? What if she wasn't any good? It was exhilarating and confusing and terrifying.

They were sitting on the couch, each facing the other, awkward smiles on their lips. Dice and Goomer had left maybe ten minutes ago, and Cat had no idea what to do or say next. The silence was frustrating, though, so she tried to find some way to fill it.

"You know what's really weird?"

"I know a lot of things that are really weird," Sam said. "Which one are you talking about?"

"Well, earlier tonight we left here to get in the limo, and we were friends. But now we're back again and we're more than friends. So it's the same apartment but it looks and feels kind of different, doesn't it? Like this one little thing changed while we were gone and now everything is kind of not the same."

Sam seemed to consider this for a moment. "You know, sometimes I think you're actually the smartest person I know," she said.

Cat felt a warmth fall over her, as if Sam had wrapped her up in a blanket and squeezed her.

The awkward silence returned. The longer Cat stayed on the couch next to Sam, the more desperately she wanted to climb on top of her.

"So…now what do we do?" Cat asked, brushing her hair behind her ears.

"I dunno. What would you like to do?"

"Well…a lot of things. But I'm a little nervous."

"Why?"

Cat brushed a few loose hairs from in front of her eyes. "I guess because this is all kind of new to me."

Sam blinked and leaned forward. "You mean...the physical stuff?"

Hearing Sam say it sent a chill up Cat's spine. She squeezed her legs together again. "Yeah. I mean, I've done some things. You know, just myself. But not really with anyone else. Have you?"

Sam considered her answer in silence for a moment. "I've messed around a bit," she said. "There was a girl I knew once a long time ago, Dana. She was bad news. But we fell in together for a while. That's probably as far as I've gone with anyone."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I don't like most people. And most people are scared of me. Not a lot of opportunity for intimacy there."

Relief flooded Cat's mind as she heard this. She knew Sam would have had more experience, but she was glad it wasn't as much as she feared it was.

"I don't want you to feel any pressure," Sam said. "I'm in no rush for anything."

"Me neither."

"Okay, then."

"Kay, kay."

The silence grew once more as both Cat and Sam stared at the blank television screen for a minute. Cat stole a glance at Sam. Saw the curves of her porcelain white neck and her considerable breasts and strong arms. Her heart seemed to shake her rib cage as she squeezed her legs together one more time.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember when I said I wasn't in a hurry to do anything?"

"Yeah."

"I lied."

"Thank god."

Sam closed the distance between them in half a second. The kiss was so sudden and intense, a tiny groan escaped Cat's lips. She greeted Sam's probing tongue with her own. Sam's touch upon her cheek sent waves of hot desire and cold chills through her, causing a surge of moisture between her legs. She slid her hand down Cat's cheek neck, then down over her breasts and stomach, all the way to her bare thigh just below the bottom of her dress.

Cat's breathing turned shallow. She desperately wanted Sam to slide her hand up further. She gently grasped Sam's wrist and slid it upwards, opening her legs in the process. Sam quickly took the hint and soon her warm hand was rubbing its way up Cat's thigh, ever so slowly moving towards the heart of the raging fire. It was slow, sweet torture and it sent their kisses into a frenzy.

"Sam," she gasped between their desperate kisses. "Please, please touch me."

The first moment Cat felt Sam's fingers brush against her panties and press against her wet slit, her stomach flipped. She gasped for air, pulling her lips away from Sam's. Sam didn't miss a beat, sending her lips to blaze a trail down Cat's neck, then back again. "Sam," Cat whispered. Just saying her name felt so good.

Sam pressed harder against Cat's slit, soaking her panties and coaxing out another gasp. She felt dizzy as waves of intense pleasure radiated from Sam's finger. She fell against the back of the couch and felt Sam's other arm around her shoulders. The pleasure stopped and Cat suddenly felt herself lifted off the couch.

The kisses ended, but Cat didn't want them to. She threw her arms around Sam's neck and kissed her cheek, her jawline, her neck, anything she could reach while Sam carried her into the bedroom. Once inside, Sam let her down. She found her footing and then went right for Sam's lips, kissing her over and over. She was completely lost in heady desire, and didn't even feel it as Sam unzipped her dress, not until it was almost falling off.

Sam gently stepped back from her and tugged so the dress to the floor. The lust in her eyes made Cat feel so special. She bit her lip and giggled as she stepped out of the dress and kicked it away.

All that money and it wound up in a pile on the floor, just like Sam said, she thought fleetingly.

Sam's arms encircled her again, this time undoing the clasp to her strapless bra. Her breath caught in her throat; she was about to be exposed. Sure, Sam had seen her breasts before, in passing when they'd get dressed or something. But this was different.

When the bra fell away, Cat crossed her arms in front of her chest. Sam gently cupped her cheek and smiled. She slid her hands down Cat's arms, then squeezed her hands. She gently pulled them away from her chest and kissed the backs of them, sending more waves of those hot chills through Cat's body. Sam blazed a trail of kisses up her arm, then up her neckline, and back to her lips. Sam's hands slid up her arms as well, and then suddenly she felt one of them close around her right breast.

"Mmm," Cat sighed against Sam's lips, which promptly curled upward in a smile. Sam's hand was more than big enough to completely cover Cat's small breast, and she felt all five of Sam's fingers pressing into every part of it. She squeezed and kneaded it, then slid her fingers to the nipple and gently squeezed that too.

Cat had done that once in a while when she was taking care of herself, but Sam was so good at it. Between the heat from Sam's kisses and the intense pleasure coming from Sam's skilled hands, Cat thought she might lose it. She was so wet, far more than she had ever been. She found herself squeezing her legs together again just to try and give herself some contact.

Sam slid her hands up and under Cat's arms and she felt herself lifted onto the edge of her bed as Sam continued to kiss her. She giggled for the moment or so was airborne and once she sat on the edge, she spread her legs to embrace Sam's body. As they kissed, Cat felt around behind Sam and after a moment was able to lay hold of the zipper to Sam's dress. She pulled it down as far as she could and felt the top half loosen against her body. Sam pulled back for a moment and let the dress fall forward until her arms were free of it. She slipped out of it completely, revealing a sky blue bra that barely seemed to contain her breasts. She removed this, too, and Cat found herself gazing in awe at Sam's perfectly formed breasts, her dark pink nipples as hard as Cat's own.

Sam pressed those perfect mounds against Cat as the two fell into another hurricane of kisses and caresses. Cat loved the way Sam's naked breasts felt against hers, so much so that when Sam's kisses moved to her neck, she almost objected. But she was quickly silenced as Sam's lips surrounded her nipple. She felt the gentle tug as Sam began to suck, and then a tingle as Sam's tongue ran circles around it. Sam let her hand roam to Cat's other breast where it gave no less attention than her tongue.

Cat gave herself over Sam as the blond explored her body. She ran her hands through Sam's thick hair, her breathing slowly becoming shallower. Finally, and all too soon, Sam left Cat's breasts and began kissing down her stomach. Every place her lips touched lit Cat's skin on fire. Sweat formed on her brow the lower Sam got, and the heat she felt radiating from her midsection was excruciating. Sam's lips slowly, slowly drew nearer to Cat's panties.

Her breathing grew steadily louder as the anticipation built, as those full, wet lips kissed closer and closer. She didn't know what to expect, but her entire body was straining, writhing in anticipation. As Sam's lips drew nearer, Cat also felt hands working their way up her thighs. Every muscle in her body tightened as Sam's lips and hands converged. Sam tugged at the sides of Cat's panties and they came loose. Cat was exposed as she had never been before, with Sam's face just inches from her aching slit. She practically crawled out of her skin waiting for—

Sam's tongue pressed into her slit and slithered its way between her lips.

"Oh, god, oh god, oh god," Cat gasped. She lost all strength in her arms and fell to her back. She spread her legs wider as Sam removed her tongue and slipped it back inside. Cat's back arched. She reached for Sam's hair, grabbed it, pulled it a little. As Sam's tongue pressed deeper inside of her, she lost all control and inhibition. She ground her hips against Sam's face, as Sam's tongue flicked out again and again, licking Cat everywhere, finding hidden places, licking those too.

"Sam…oh, god. Sam!"

She wanted to say it over and over. To sing it, even.

She felt Sam's tongue inside of her and it was damn near spiritual. It was the most incredible thing she'd ever—

Then, Sam's tongue brushed against her clit, and Cat forgot how to speak. She groaned. Screamed might be more accurate. Sam attacked her clit with incredible skill, licking it, taking it between her lips, touching it in ways Cat couldn't quite work out. As she did this, she slipped two fingers inside of Cat.

Cat couldn't figure out what to do. She grasped at the sheet underneath her, she pulled Sam's hair, she ground her hips against her face, she arched her back, she groaned, she screamed. The ecstasy she felt under Sam's experienced tongue and skillful fingers was beyond words, and it didn't take long before she felt every muscle in her body grow taught.

"Oh Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam!"

It was all she could say and she loved saying it.

Cat came, an explosion of light and color and pleasure erupting from her center and touching every part of her body and soul. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as she rode out this wave of pleasure. Suddenly, all of the muscles that had tightened came loose, and Cat felt weak. Her arms and legs were like jelly. She could barely move them. She felt dizzy, but that passed as her breathing deepened. She felt Sam's lips climbing back up her body as the blonde goddess joined her on the bed.

She nibbled at Cat's ear as Cat regained her ability to breathe and speak. Finally, Cat turned to look Sam in the eye. Had she ever felt so utterly content? "Sam," she said softly.

"Yeah?"

"Sam."

"Still here."

"I just want to keep saying it. I love it. Sam, that was…I can't even…just… Sam."

Cat leaned over and kissed Sam. It was different this time, as Cat realized she could taste the slightest hint of her rather explosive orgasm on Sam's lips. It was a curious thing, that taste mixed in with Sam's sweet lips.

Sam seemed to notice her reaction. "Sorry," she said. "I can—"

Cat kissed her again, this time running her tongue over the outside of Sam's lips before sliding it inside. Knowing that she was tasting herself on Sam's lips did something to her. The relief that had flooded her body moments ago gave way to another growing fire. She rolled onto her side and pushed Sam onto her back and kissed her again. The rage came on slowly. Cat found herself pressing deeper into Sam's mouth, desperate for more of that erotic taste. She could tell Sam was taken by surprise, and she kind of liked that idea.

Cat rose to her knees. She pulled Sam's legs up onto the bed so that she was laying properly against her pillow. Then she took Sam's hands and pinned them down above her head while she kissed her. She could hear Sam's breathing turn shallow, just like hers had. She liked that idea, too. She liked making Sam feel all the things that she had just felt.

Cat kissed her way down Sam's creamy white neck, down to those unbelievably firm, huge breasts. Cat couldn't even fit one of them into her hand entirely, and it drove her wild. She gently took one of Sam's nipples between her lips and bit down.

"Oh god," Sam gasped. Cat did it again, and Sam drew in a sharp breath. Seeing Sam react like that to her touch sent a fresh wave of moisture between her legs.

Which made her wonder…she had gotten a hint of what she tasted like from Sam's kisses. But she was suddenly overcome with a desire to know what Sam tasted like. She followed Sam's example, blazing a trail of kisses down her stomach while letting her hands work up Sam's thighs. Sam shifted and groaned and writhed underneath her. As she drew closer, Cat could smell Sam's dampness and it lit a fire in her mind. She grabbed Sam's panties and flung them somewhere, then settled between the blonde's muscular thighs.

She kissed Sam's left thigh, then her right, alternating as she worked her way up. She was surprised to find Sam was almost completely shaven, except for a small tuft of light hair just above her slit. The scent was intoxicating to Cat, who pressed her lips against Sam's slit. She kissed it as if she were kissing Sam, gradually working her tongue between the folds. The slow torture seemed to rock Sam, as Cat felt her back arch a bit. Suddenly Sam's hand was tugging at her hair. It hurt at first, but in a strange way, a way that kind of turned Cat on.

She kissed and licked Sam's slit, every second drowning herself more in Sam's sweetness. Cat slowly grew into a frenzy, drunk on the taste flowing from between Sam's legs. It took her a few moments, but she soon had her tongue lashing out against Sam's clit, striking it over and over again. The more she hit it, the more frenzied Sam became.

Remembering Sam's example, Cat slipped a finger inside of her as she attacked her clit with her tongue. Sam groaned and writhed under Cat's touch, and it drove Cat absolutely wild to know she could make Sam feel so good. In her excitement, she slid a second finger inside of Sam.

"Oh god, Cat…more…please…"

Cat smiled. She loved hearing Sam say her name like that. She gave Sam what she asked for and slipped a third finger inside. She didn't think she could get any more in, but judging on how hard Sam was grinding against her, she didn't think she'd need to. With three fingers inside of Sam and her tongue lashing out against Sam's clit, Cat let her free hand roam up to Sam's breasts. She was surprised to find that Sam was already squeezing them herself, but the moment she felt Cat's hand, she grabbed it and pressed it into her breast.

"Cat…oh god, I'm close…"

Cat drew Sam's clit between her lips and gently bit down as she squeezed Sam's nipple in the same, gentle fashion.

"Oh my god, Cat! Cat!"

Cat felt Sam's body go rigid, and she was suddenly met with wave after wave of sweetness flowing from between Sam's legs. The orgasm seemed huge, and Cat thought for a minute she was going to drown, Sam came so much. Cat licked every drop she could, nearly overwhelmed and unable to breathe for a moment.

As the orgasm slowly passed, Sam gently pulled Cat's head up to her. Cat allowed herself to be led, and the girls kissed more deeply than they had all night. Their tongues wrestled, mingling together, each tasting glimpses of each other and themselves, letting that drive them onward. Cat finally collapsed next to Sam and the girls wrapped themselves up in Cat's blankets and each other.

"I love you, Caterina Valentine."

Cat's heart soared. "I love you too, Sam Puckett."

Sam smiled. "That's Puckell. And don't you forget it."