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Author's Note: This story depicts sex between consenting adults. It depicts lesbian sex, heterosexual sex and multi-person sex. It depicts a polyamorous relationship. If that's not your thing, turn back now.
Until
Chapter 1
Carol had never kissed a woman in her entire life. Not like this. Not until Andrea. It had started out innocent enough with late night conversations after everyone at the prison had gone to sleep. It was no secret that Carol and Daryl had been dancing around one another for a while, and while Carol was finally ready to move past the horror that was her marriage to Ed, Daryl had been reluctant to make a move. Fiery looks and teasing conversations had been the extent of it, and Carol's sense of self seemed to chip away each time she went to bed alone and frustrated with only her hand to ease her tension.
One night, long after the last sniffles of baby Judith and the last moans of Glenn and Maggie down the cell block, Andrea had come to Carol's cell, and without words, kissed her. Really kissed her. Carol could still remember the way her heart fluttered in her chest and how her stomach had twisted into knots. She still remembered the rhythmic throb between her legs when Andrea's tongue caressed hers. They hadn't talked about it. They went about their days talking about helping out around the prison, but at night, they'd sit and talk, and one thing would lead to another and they'd kiss again. They never talked about the kissing. But the kissing always came.
Tonight was different. Tonight the kissing was going somewhere. Carol's pulse was between her legs, and Andrea's hands were on her breasts. She could smell the distinct smell of Andrea's arousal as well as her own. She'd thought about it, wondered what it would feel like to have a woman between her legs. Ed had never been any good at it, felt it was unnecessary to spend so much time down there when he'd rather just get to the part that felt good for him. But the way Andrea was touching her now made her yearn for that touch in other places.
"I've never done this," Carol whispered, when Andrea's hand toyed with the elastic band in her sleep pants. Andrea broke the kiss, smiling seductively in the faint candle light. The skittering of some tiny creature, a rat or a mouse outside the cell made Carol jump. The curtain that preserved their privacy fluttered in a draft.
"It's ok," Andrea soothed her. "I have." She sucked at Carol's neck, and Carol gasped, arching back to give her more access. When another gasp fell from Carol's lips, Andrea pulled back. "Do you want me to stop?" Carol shook her head, mouth hanging open in soft, ragged breaths. "Sit up." Carol did as she asked, and Andrea helped her off with her shirt. Carol shivered and crossed her arms in front of her chest, but Andrea just smiled and pulled them down. "You're beautiful." Carol blushed, but she felt truth in those words. Andrea was this voluptuous, blonde beauty. Carol wasn't used to being looked at the way Andrea was looking at her now. The way Daryl looked at her. At least not by Ed. And she'd been too terrified to look at other men. Until Ed was dead. Until she saw Daryl looking right back at her.
Her breasts were average size with rosy nipples, and when Andrea sucked a pert bud between her lips, she felt a rush of warmth between her legs.
"Oh my God," Carol panted. "That feels so good." Andrea hummed a throaty little chuckle and moved to the other nipple to give it the same attention. Carol wound her fingers into Andrea's hair while Andrea moved her hand down Carol's belly. The stretch marks from pregnancy and the freckles on her pale skin had made her feel self-conscious, but the way Andrea touched them made them feel beautiful. Carol smiled until Andrea's hands slipped into her pants, finding Carol dripping wet. Andrea smirked, a cocky little jolt running through her that she'd done that to her.
"Do you always get this wet when we kiss?" Andrea whispered against her lips. Carol could do nothing but nod. She swallowed hard, and Andrea kissed her again before breaking away all too quickly. "Lay back." Carol hesitated, and Andrea put a hand on her cheek. "I know you love Daryl. I know you want him. But you want me too, don't you? You want to feel something?" Carol's gaze dragged down for a moment before Andrea tilted her chin to make her look at her. "Say it. Tell me to stop." Carol shook her head.
"Don't stop," she whispered. "Please don't." Andrea gently pushed at Carol's shoulders, easing her back against the cot. She stood then, making a slow show of removing her shirt. Her heavy breasts swayed and bounced, and her blonde curls came down in tendrils, teasing the little buds into hard peaks. She slipped out of her pants and panties, and she had Carol's full attention.
"It's ok if you think about him," Andrea said quietly. "I know. I see how you look at him. How he looks at you." She watched Carol's eyelids flutter, and she smiled a little. The throbbing between Carol's legs grew stronger, more desperate. The things Andrea was doing to her, the thought of Daryl doing those things to her, it was all too much.
Andrea climbed over her in the too-small cot. Her hands were mostly soft but had built up callouses from shooting. She was gentle and slow, and Carol closed her eyes when she felt her hands sliding up her thighs.
"Fuck, you're so wet," she whispered, slipping a finger between Carol's folds. Carol bit her lip and groaned when Andrea sucked the sticky substance from her finger. Andrea took Carol's hand and guided it down between her breasts and down between her own legs. Carol's fingers slipped through the soft, dark-blonde curls, and she shivered when she found Andrea to so wet and warm there. She was throbbing too.
Andrea rocked back and forth a moment, throwing her head back and running her hands down her breasts. But moments later, she pushed Carol's hand away and settled down between her legs on the mattress. Carol tensed again, and Andrea squeezed her thighs, glancing up at her in the dim candle light.
"If you don't like it, tell me. I'll stop." She was soft and patient and gentle despite her own arousal, and Carol felt a wave of warmth flood through her. The moment she felt Andrea's tongue slide through her folds, her hips bucked off the mattress, and she nearly came undone. Andrea placed her hand on Carol's lower belly and held her down on the mattress, bringing her other hand down. She pushed two fingers in, gently, and Carol bit the back of her hand to keep from crying out.
Her tongue circled the sweet little nub, and Carol squeezed her eyes shut. Her free hand moved down between her breasts and then curled into Andrea's hair, tugging as Andrea began to pump her fingers in and out. First two and then three. And soon Carol was rocking her hips to the motion, toes curling and breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. It didn't take long before her body went rigid, and she found her release. Andrea gasped softly and lapped at the salty, sweet rush of fluid that came with Carol's orgasm. In moments, Carol's body was trembling from the release, and Andrea pulled back, watching her breasts bounce with each staggering breath. She smiled down at her achievement and waited for Carol to finally open her eyes.
"That was beautiful," Andrea whispered. "You're beautiful."
"I've never…I've never come like that before," Carol admitted. "I didn't know I could..I could do that." Her eyes went wide.
"They call it squirting," Andrea chuckled. "And some women can't do it. But if they have the right partner, some women can." Andrea sucked her fingers in her mouth, sucking up all the excess wetness. Carol blushed as Andrea made a soft popping sound on each finger as she moved on to the next.
Andrea came to lay beside Carol in the cot, turning onto her side and lazily trailing her fingers through the soft hair of Carol's mound. Carol's eyelids fluttered again, and she dared to turn her head and peek at her friend.
"How do you feel?" Andrea asked softly.
"A…amazing," Carol panted. "I never thought it could be like that with anyone." She licked her lips and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Well, when Dixon's ready, I hope he knows how good he's got it, because you taste like sunshine." Carol let out a laugh and covered her face with her hands.
"He'll never make a move," she countered, shaking her head.
"Maybe he's waiting for you to." Carol shook her head and chuckled nervously. "He wants to make a move. He looks at you like you look at him. Give him some time." Andrea trailed her fingers up Carol's belly, over the stretch marks and then rested her hand between Carol's breasts. "Until then, I'm here."