Carson Shaw carefully peeled back the thin blanket and slid one leg out of the bed. Eyes darted across the room to the single bed of her roommate, Shirl. Shirley's light snoring overrode the sound of Carson shuffling out of the bed and the short brunette crept like a mouse across the room, pausing every few steps.
It had taken Shirl more than an hour to fall asleep, having completed her assortment of odd nightly rituals twice over because the air felt 'squirmy' to the outfielder. Carson lay beneath the sheets, fully dressed and impatient.
Finally at the bedroom door, Carson cast a final glance at the sleeping woman and slipped out of the room.
"Whatcha doing?" Greta Gill's voice was low, but laced with delight in having caught the woman and when Carson turned, she saw chocolate eyes glimmering, Greta's wide smirk proud across her lips.
"Jesus!" Carson gripped her shirt front and threw a dark look at the taller woman. "You scared me."
"I know." Greta said in a sing-song voice. "I've been waiting for you." Greta said then, softening both her tone and her gaze.
"Let's go." Carson resisted the urge to reach for Greta's hand, knowing the tall brunette wouldn't have taken it anyway and walked ahead of Greta down the winding staircase. Slipping down the back stoop, she quickened her pace.
Greta nudged open the door of the stand-alone garage and only then did she turn, walking through the threshold backwards, and reached out to take Carson's hand. Drawing the woman into her embrace, Greta brought her lips passionately to Caron's, letting her tongue slip out and snake into Carson's willing and open mouth.
Their kiss carried them across the short, cluttered distance to the covered 37' Ford Convertible and Greta drew away from Carson long enough only to pull back the sheet like it were a curtain and open the passenger door. Carson gave a curtsy and giggled as she ducked down and skimmed across the backseat.
Greta entered the vehicle and then eased back against the soft leather, eyes sparkling as she held Carson in her view. Carson gave that awkward chuckle she was prone to when she wasn't sure what else to say, her hands fidgeting.
"Did you hear what I said?" Greta's tone was as voluptuous as her curves were.
"Uh, yes. No. Repeat that for me?" Carson's confidence ebbed and waned.
"I like to watch. You, Carson." Greta lowered her lashes as she slid across the backseat and settled her hands on Carson's cheeks, bringing uncertain brown eyes up to meet her own.
"Oh. Oh." Realization flushed through Carson's features as her cheeks turned rosy. Greta smirked, placing a tender kiss on Caron's lips as she released the woman from her embrace and shuffled back. Carson felt Greta's appreciative eyes wash over her, filling her with a rush of confidence.
Slowly, teasingly, Carson brought her fingertips to the top button of her blouse. Flicking a glance at Greta, she saw the arousal in the woman's eyes, it radiated from Greta and filled the back cab of the 1937 Ford, an amber glow the sheet cast over the vehicle only adding to the atmosphere.
Carson, emboldened entirely now, unbuttoned the top button, then the next. Lingering on the third, she looked to Greta and continued to work her way down until the material of her blouse fell aside, revealing a sensible bra and lightly tanned skin.
Letting her shirt fall to the carpet at her feet, Carson swallowed thickly. There was of course always that fear of being caught, though truth be told their entire relationship was tarnished by that same fear. Carson was tired of it. Tired of stamping down the way she felt for Greta, the ways in which she wanted to express those feelings.
Which was why Carson, very careful, in slow and deliberate movements while she held Greta's gaze, removed her bra.
"Carson!" Greta whispered. There was a flash of worry in her gaze. Carson shook her head.
"Greta, shush." Greta opened her mouth, then closed it. Opened it again and snapped it shut. Carson dropped the garment and let Greta see her.
Greta's chocolate eyes shimmered as she watched, her vermillion lips slightly parted. Carson smirked, wetting her fingertips.
Bringing her hand down, Carson swiped those fingertips over her erect nipple, the dark flesh pebbling. A sigh slipped past Carson's lips as Greta swallowed thickly and wriggled a little closer.
When Greta began to reach for Carson, Carson playfully slapped her hand away.
"I thought you liked to watch. So just watch."
Suitably chastised, Greta smiled even as she eased away once more.
Returning her hand to her breast, Carson teased herself, touched herself as she tried to hold Greta's eye but the older woman could not take her gaze from the view before her, could not do anything but exactly what she had been told to do. Watch.
Carson used a feather soft touch to trace her fingers away from her generous chest, to explore the slopes of her collarbones. Carson let her fingers visit the slope of the expanse from the nape of her neck to the arch as she lent her head back, sable locks tumbling just past her shoulders.
Greta smiled at Carson, a tender gesture without the usual hint of teasing or amusement. Carson's hands slowed even further as she began to travel down the expanse once again, cupping her breasts as Greta's soft sight of appreciation filled the space between them.
It wasn't until Carson went to trace a path down further, fingers hesitating on the top button of her skirt that Greta finally wavered, a frown darkening handsome features.
"Carson..." Greta spoke quietly, a whisper of concern as she narrowed her eyes at the woman before her. Greta's gaze flittered down once, briefly, to see Carson's fingertips still lingering on that button and she bit down on her lower lip.
"Should I stop?" Carson asked plainly. There was a small delay in Greta bringing her gaze to Carson's as she'd found herself utterly captivated by the woman and even longer delay before she slowly shook her head. What did rules matter anyway, when they meant living a caged life?
"Please don't." Greta managed, voice thick as she once again resumed watching.
Carson gave a wry smile before popping the top button open.
Greta inhaled sharply.
Carson undid the second button, leaning back, parting her knees ever so slightly. Carson unfastened the third button, one side of the skirt's material falling partially open, enough to afford Greta a generous view of the underwear Carson wore, the sensible briefs that did not match her sensible bra. The last few buttons Greta didn't even see, her eyes transfixed to the splendor that was Carson's lithe body before her.
The skirt fell away.
And when Carson slid her hand beneath the waistband of her underwear, Greta gave an even sharper gasp, taking in a breath rapidly and expelling it with a sound of excitement, of wanton desire.
With Greta's eyes upon her and the woman's mouth practically watering, Carson gave a cocky, confident half smile and stilled her hand.
"Aww." Greta bemoaned.
"Watch." Carson reminded in a gentle whisper.
Greta lifted her eyes. Carson's free hand drifted down to her breast once more, fingertips circling her nipple slowly, luxuriously taking her time. Carson flicked herself, finally emitting the tiniest of gasps herself and heard Greta respond in kind.
Carson waited, continued the slow circle of her finger on her breast and watched, waiting for Greta to drop those merlot browns down once more.
In that moment, Carson began to move the hand beneath those practical panties again and Greta inched a little closer, lips parting to allow just the tip of her tongue to peek out.
Carson's chest rose and fell as she inhaled deeply, deliberate and slow in her movements, teasing herself, wanting to both simultaneously draw out this new experience and touch herself more. When she felt just how wet she'd become, Carson exhaled and realized she'd closed her eyes.
Opening them, all she saw was Greta. The tall, elegant beauty had repositioned herself, bridging the distance between the two women. Now, she slid her arm about Carson's shoulder, staying there, eyes wide as she drank in the sight before her. Greta made no move to touch Carson any further, though she most certainly wanted to.
Carson's lips formed a sweet, soft smile. A smile that contorted into a sharp gasp as she finally slipped her finger through wet curls and touched herself, arching back into Greta's simple embrace.
Before long, with their eyes locked, Carson quickened her pace, slipped a second finger to herself and almost whispered for Greta to kiss her. Instead, she blinked once and just focused her gaze on the woman beside her.
Climax. Sweet rushes of relief. Orgasm. Carson trembled, releasing a deep breath, sinking back, twitching, even giving a little chuckle as she continued to look languidly to Greta.
The catcher, usually the one to be the anchor, felt safe in Greta's arms, letting herself be swept into a stronger embrace as Greta finally pressed their lips together, crushing any space left between them. Carson laughed into the kiss, feeling Greta's hand on her hip.
"Greta," Carson spoke between the moment they parted for air. "Greta?" Carson caught Greta's attention and when she shifted to bring her hand up between them, she saw the delight flash across Greta's vision as she sucked on Carson's still damp fingers. Carson chuckled again.
"Wait, where are you going?" The question came as suddenly as Greta moved away. Rouged lips pressed together in a firm, knowing smile.
"I know I'm not the only one who likes to watch, right?" Greta asked pointedly.
Carson swept her hands through her hair.
"Well. Can't argue that."
And she settled back to watch.