Baby Quit Thinking And Start Doing Something
Chapter Notes
So! After a month hiatus, here we finally are! Lotta winter blahs and writer's block,
but I did finally get moving with this scene. Obviously, there is more bonding to
happen, but better a shorting chapter than a longer wait, and really, that final zinger of
Alex's is perfection. You'll know it when you read it. :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Lena's POV
Watching Alex's face go through the journey go through the confused moment of, 'oh…' that
became a delighted, 'oh!' was heartening. But now, I have other needs, grabbing the sturdy
waistband of those fetishy Carhartt pants to haul her after me, my destination her little green house.
I suppose I ought to be at least a little concerned about embarrassing Alex in front of her family,
but right now I'm wound up and can't bring myself to give a fuck. Hopefully the kids are still
occupied…
That stops me dead in my tracks, torn between hormones and my children.
Fuck.
Sam might come across as a bit high-strung and even silly at times, and is notorious for not giving
herself enough credit, but has a track record of being intuitive as hell, particularly with me.
"I've got it, baby, keep dragging the warhorse off," she teases, already tapping at her phone where
she's dawdling after Alex with enough of a smug spring in her step to attract attention. Oh well,
better to beg for forgiveness and all that. Alex still has that sort of drunken, bamboozled little grin
on her face, not at all fighting my bossy hand. And there's a gleam in those deep, dark eyes that is
making me prickle with hot want like sweat. If I'd realized all she needed was our want spelled out
for her, we could have been doing this days ago!
But, really, I wouldn't change a moment of the experience so far.
It gets dark early here, so early twilight and those heavy clouds cloak much of our shenanigans in
dimness. The porch light is a glare that tries to distract me, but at least illuminates the blue door
that thankfully gives way at my touch. I take distracted note of the lines of the cute little house I
remember from videos, and that gives Sam a moment to slip in the door and close it behind us.
Then the heat of Alex's belly against my hand is a magnet to my want.
She doesn't fight me pushing her against the doorframe and the window right next to it, her little
smile enticing. Having been with Sam for years now, I know a silent 'make me' when I see it and
my inner bossy bitch puffs up at the challenge.
Oh, the way Alex stutters in a harsh breath when I press fully into her, body to body?
Delicious.
"Can I kiss you?" I whisper, almost brushing those soft lips with my own, her breath hot and fast.
"Yes."
We're not complete strangers anymore and this second kiss is even better. Those strong hands fall
naturally into the small of my back, tugging me more firmly into the sturdy lines of her body. The
feel of her hair woven into my fingers is as good as the stretch and flex of her neck.
I've fantasized about this for a long time and frankly, I'm impatient to get my hands on Alex and
vice versa. So my involuntary little noises are half lust and half frustration. Also, I might be
grabbing a little tightly, though there's been no objections so far!
Her grip is pretty unyielding too, her mouth active, body tense. Until she abruptly breaks off the
making out, nearly cracking her head and my hand into the window frame.
"Hang on, hang on," Alex gasps and my stomach drops. "I need to take care of BP, or we won't
have a moment's peace."
Oh thank god that's all the delay is. Reluctantly, I give up my grip on her, move away from that
deliciously solid body. Alex flashes a smile at Sam and shoos both of us into the house to kneel and
pay attention to her patient dog for a moment. While still jangly with horny need, I still look around
the small space. It looks different now, after months of habitation and no longer a new space.
There's only about twenty feet of even partial wall space and nearly half of that is couch and a
battered end table. The rest is mismatched bookshelves, all of them heavy with books and personal
clutter. In the bric-a-brac are a jumble of awards and action figures alongside stacks of CDs and
small carvings in wood and stone.
Scratching at the front door turns to Biscotti's chattering on when Alex opens the door to let her in.
Kibble rattles into bowls and water is freshened up. We humans have shed our heavy outer layers
and there's a new appreciation of revealed body shapes. Duty done to her furry companions, Alex
gives each a last pat and turns her focus to where Sam and I stand in her living room.
"My apologies in advance if there's an extra pussy in bed by morning. Bissy's not good with
boundaries."
For a moment, the terrible joke hangs in the air before Sam snerks and Alex's hesitant little grin
warms.
"That was awful," I chide and the grin grows to a little arrogant. God, it looks good on her, that
awakening swagger.
"Yeah, but it still made you smile."
She's not wrong.
"Okay, so while normally I'd be a good host and offer a drink and some conversation," Alex says
with misleading nonchalance, "now that I'm with the program, it seems a little redundant."
"Arrogant," I can't stop the tease, but I can't hold back my delighted smile either. Alex only shrugs,
more smug than sheepish. There's a moment where the earlier awkwardness threatens at the
periphery, before Alex clears her throat and steps closer to Sam.
"Can I kiss you?"
Sam nods and Alex looks fondly exasperated -which makes me chuckle, because that's me most
days- and Sam relents with a fake-dramatic sigh.
"Yes."
While Sam might have controlled that first kiss between them in the barn, this time she's taken by
surprise. There's a rumble of something deep in her chest at Alex's hands in her hair, that sweet
mouth avidly taking the lead, and I'm steeping ever hotter in my own juices. I don't miss Sam's
hands cupping around those broad shoulders and the additional sexy sound muffled in Alex's kiss.
After all, she's been lusting after that powerful breadth for a long time!
After a few heated moments, Sam separates only far enough to breathe over Alex's smug face,
nuzzling at her nose and laugh lines. "Think I could get this flannel off?"
"Oh, I suppose," Alex teases and unloops her arms from around Sam's slenderness to give access to
the plastic buttons running down her front.
"You make a very enticing package," Sam muses as she works at the buttons. "I almost felt guilty
sitting with the girls and ogling all those months ago."
Alex chuckles along with my own gentle amusement and her hands are soft as they smooth over
Sam's hips, exploring the shape of her. Then the flannel is swept aside and Alex obligingly drops
her arms to let it fall away completely, revealing those muscled shoulders, frustratingly still hidden
under a thin, skin tight layer of warmth.
"Come on," she invites, pausing when I find myself frozen for a moment. An extended hand is as
inviting as her slightly nervous smile. "Don't back off now. You said the two of you were in this
together."
Oh, I try not to snicker, I really do. And fail miserably. "Sorry, sorry," I gasp around my highpitched
giggling. "Filthy mind."
For a moment, they both stare at me, until they figure it out at nearly the same moment. I graduate
to full-out belly laugh at their blushing and Alex unceremoniously herds us into the cramped
bedroom, slamming the door behind us. I don't resist the little shove to the disheveled bed where I
can laugh out any remaining nerves.
Then Sam is stripping off Alex's tight undershirt to reveal smooth skin and enticing ink. And, oh,
the delight of that strong body close enough to touch!
"Wanna watch?" Sam purrs and slips around to snuggle into Alex's back, leaving me with all this
real estate to revel in. Alex makes that high-pitched huff of reaction again as I flatten both hands to
those coveted ripples of abdominal muscles and relish the shiver of lust that rattles down my spine.
The art of line and color in her skin winks and teases between my splayed fingers as I pet over
Alex's midriff. Her squirming and stifled giggling is adorable.
Roving upward, I teasingly run a nail along the tight elastic of the sports bra that is now the only
thing covering her upper body.
"Can we take this off?"
"Yeah."
Oh, I like that breathless tone, the intensity of those blown-black eyes, now dark as night. With a
little giggly help from Sam, the bra is wrestled away and I can continue my petting, running
sensitive fingertips over the pressure grooves in her skin. The freed breasts are a nice handful,
more than Sam and far less than mine, and the contrast of the soft lower curve of them and the hard
muscle beneath is another push to the lusty mood in the room.
So, I don't resist leaning in, running my hands over her ribs and into the small of her back, Sam's
belly warm against the back of my hands, and lick hotly over taut skin.
Oh, I do like the sounds Alex makes!
For a moment, there's a hand on my head, a flex like she wants to grab, and I hum encouragingly.
"Go ahead. Just not too rough, okay?"
Heh! The hum of my words on her skin makes Alex squirm and I just close my eyes and wallow in
the fulfilled fantasy of touch.
Sam's POV
Ah, at last all the hard work has paid off! And what a payoff it is!
"Sexy, hmm?" I have to tease our new conquest, while still exploring these glorious shoulders and
arms. "You just let us take care of you, hot stuff. You can return the favor soon enough."
Alex just hums something sultry, words not needed, another high-pitched lilt as Lena gets bolder
with her attentions to that ripped belly. I slide a hand down her arm, relishing the power there, and
cup my hand around hers, Lena's silky hair tickling our skins. There's no need to pull or grab, she's
quite happy with what she's doing, but a little touch encouragement is never a bad thing.
With that thought in mind, I anchor my other hand at Alex's waist and nuzzle at her neck and the
shaved fuzzies behind her ear.
"You guys are killin' me," Alex rasps and Lena chuckles, low and throaty.
"Oh baby, you have no idea what we're going to do to you." With a flash of white teeth, Alex
'yipes' like a dog and Lena tilts back to grab the button closure of the heavy pants. "Can I take these
off?"
"Please."
The button gives way, but I laugh at the struggle over the metal zipper that requires both of them to
undo. Then the heavy fabric starts to fall, and I move my hands to offer Lena help to stand and a
friendly shove to send Alex flailing into the bed.
"Rude," she says mildly, rolling onto her back to watch as Lena strips off her shirt before bending
over to run a teasing finger over the tight briefs now revealed.
"This is a sexy surprise," she teases, grabbing the elastic waistband delicately to snap it against
Alex's abs. The thin, skin-tight briefs are unusually, knee-length, and clearly meant for an
appendage she doesn't have naturally.
"The pants chafe."
The heavy canvas is even bulkier than it looks, still stiff even as they show clear wear and tear.
Luckily there are zippered inserts in the laces of her work boots and they are discarded towards the
little closet with a pair of thuds. Grumbling about her own boots, Lena sits at the edge of the bed to
struggle with the unfamiliar footwear. That gets the rest of us in motion, Alex sitting up and
squirming around to cuddle up behind our struggling femme while I crouch to help with laces and
socks.
"All these layers," she grouches, though there's no heat to the complaint save the fire from Alex's
curious mouth on her neck.
"Fun to unwrap though, right?"
Maybe it's the mom in me, but I reflexively get a grip on the layers cocooning Lena's lower half
and strip the whole mess off in one smooth move. Before she twists around to pounce on our new
playmate, there's a sweet caress over my cheek and chin.
Somehow, Lena always knows when I'm feeling vulnerable, even when I don't realize it. This
situation is different. We like Alex, and we've been wanting this exact situation for months. This is
no fun quickie with a horny coed.
For a moment, I just watch, caught up in the enticing picture they make; a study in contrasts. Alex's
heavily muscled frame isn't narrow-waisted by any means, but those sturdy hips and shoulders give
her a warrior hourglass figure that is a hell of a sexy contrast to Lena's narrow voluptuousness and
my beanpole. Now I've paused long enough that the kissing winds down and they both look at me.
In eerie tandem, both reach out to tickle a hand over my knees and look welcoming.
This is no time to be a chickenshit, Samantha.
Breathing deeply to chase off the doubts that plague me too often, I strip off my shirt, relishing
Alex's warm comment of, "hey, you've got some muscles under there, Sam. Sexy."
Yeah, okay, so I'm not immune to a little sweet talk. Sue me.
Inspired by the warmth of both their gazes, I roughly wiggle out of my bra and get my fly loose
before sitting on the bed.
"You look downright giddy," Lena teases as she traces the shape of Alex's wild grin.
"Well yeah! You two are a fantasy come true. Can't blame me for staring." Abruptly attacked by
nerves and doubts, I can feel that horrible old tic of chewing at my lip pop up. It takes a conscious
effort to stop it, eyes wandering while I rope myself in. "Do you think I could watch? I mean, I
want to play too, don't get me wrong, but this all started from watching and I really like it and…"
So suave.
Lena has the sort of expressive eyes that poets moon on about, fathomless in their jade and sea
green. Right now they are soft and sweet with reassurances, our intertwined lives needing no
words sometimes. In the harsh electric light, Alex's gaze is effectively black, a glimpse into a dark,
exhilarating mystery. But there is no fear of her, the crinkles of smile making her whole face soft.
Yeah, I'm feeling a little choked up even as I squawk from being roughly yanked into a group hug
that has Alex squeezing the breath out of both of us.
"I'm following your lead, ladies," Alex murmurs in the sort of giddy-stupid tone I know very well.
God knows Lena reduces me to that on the regular. "I was just being obtuse because I didn't realize
you were both into this and I'm not going to get between an established couple, no matter how
tempting."
"Well at least I'm not the only one who rambles when horny."
My deadpan earns a belly laugh, rich and high-pitched, Lena giggling along.
"Duh," finally makes it out of Alex, relaxed and breathless from the laughing jag. "I mean, I should
have known. I'm hot shit after all."
The cheeky brag has green eyes narrowed and Lena pauses in her distracted stroking over Alex's
skin to tickle at belly and ribs. Instantly, the workhorse is squealing like a piglet, bursting into
action that has me ducking an elbow and a delighted Lena getting rolled under that muscle-heavy
body.
Yeah, this is the show I was hoping for; my Lena, soft and flawless, trapped beneath our tattooed
tank of a new lover. The kissing is little more than goofy grins pressed close while Alex growls a
warning about as scary as a puppy and Lena barely stifles down her giggling, expression saying,
'make me,' far more clearly than any words.
The high energy settles into proper making out, mouths and bodies blended, Lena's sweet little
moan as sexy as ever! I can't resist reaching out to smooth my hands over the hard planes of Alex's
shoulder and back, soaking up the little shudder of reaction echoed in her own moan.
"Roll over, you," Lena finally orders and Alex complies eagerly, nearly rolling me right off the
bed. Somehow she contorts and gets one heavy arm around me before I fall and break the mood. I
can't complain, I get the best seat in the house and I've been coveting these arms since the summer
videos showing off how ripped Alex has gotten with hard work! "Mmm, don't you two make a
pretty picture. Just stay like that and let me do my thing, hmmm?"
Ugh, that sultry tease!
My pout earns a smile that is pure exasperated affection. Sitting up and arching over Alex gets her
a facefull of Lena magnificent chest and I get a long, sweet kiss. After a few moments, she pulls
away with a sultry giggle and Alex looks innocent where she's clearly been exploring the boobs in
her face.
"Soon, baby. I've been fantasizing about you for a long time. You wouldn't deny me, would you?"
Hypnotic.
So Alex, clearly horny and in Lena's thrall -yeah, I get that- lies back even as it's clear this isn't
her usual MO. Kisses over sternum and a quick lick over the Vibranium tattoo over her heart and
Lena has wiggled her way down to nuzzle at those nice tits.
"You can go a little harder," Alex rasps, arching and groaning when Lena instantly complies. I
wonder if that pillow is going to get ripped to pieces the way she's yanking at it. The flex of Lena's
jaw gives away that she's not just sucking, but there are teeth involved and Alex anything but
minds it!
"Very nice," Lena compliments and gives each reddened nipple a last little smooch before working
her way down to where we all know she really wants to be. Alex is breathing like a marathon
runner, staring in absolute concentration where Lena is taking great delight in tracing every muscle
and groove between with lips and tongue. Right down the center is particularly effective, making
Alex groan and squirm beautifully.
"May I take these off?"
"Please!"
A little awkward wrestling with stretchy cotton has Alex naked and Lena chuckles throatily as she
continues to explore.
"Blue."
The random comment makes Alex explode into laughter. "Did you get me naked just for that?"
Tease that she is, Lena blows a wet, noisy fart against rock-hard abs and Alex laughs again.
"Not the only reason."
Oh! The tattoo! Of course. The hibiscus blooms inked lovingly into her skin cover significant
territory, starting from halfway between boob and bellybutton to wander down to the hidden blue
flower that nestles right against wiry pubes. More kisses to that new discovery turns Alex's hilarity
back to lust and she's starting to sound a little desperate.
Well, maybe it's time I got a little involved!
Leaning over her, I pet her seating face and tease, "poor baby. She's mean, right? Tease you until
you're ready to scream for it. I know. Ah, but you're so gorgeous, desperate like this."
While I miss Lena's first deep dive, I get to watch Alex's face. I'll take it, because hot damn! I rub
my free hand over Alex's arm, relishing the straining, rock-hard muscles there, before roving afield
to enjoy touching more of her amazing physique, finally coming to rest on Lena's silky hair where
she busily suckles away to see how long it takes to get Alex off.
Not long, it turns out.
With a ragged, gasping shout, the climax hits, Alex writhing hard enough to nearly throw us both
off. But we're persistent and enjoy the sexy rollercoaster.
"Very nice," I praise as the shudders wrack Alex and she pants down from the high. Lena hums
happily and reverses her journey, rubbing against my gentle hand like a cat.
"Whew, you're good at that," Alex manages to wheeze out, slowly relaxing into the bed and
lowering her arms so she can join me in petting Lena. A twist of mischievous grin gives me some
warning, but Lena stands no chance, spluttering in hilarity at Alex's cheeky remark.
"So was it worth 150 grand?"