A/N - Oops, there goes the T rating.
Paige sat, nervous and jittery, in the passenger seat, trying her best to keep her body still. She was glad that she wasn't the one driving. They had rented a car for the weekend and were headed up to the cabin that Paige's cousins' family owned up at Lake Tahoe, guided by the navigation app on Emily's phone.
Paige wasn't so much nervous about taking their relationship to the next level. Although that was definitely part of it, the thought of going there - with Emily - mainly filled her with eager anticipation. She knew that she was ready; she knew that she was safe; she knew that Emily was right; - that they were right. What was making her nervous was her desire for everything to be perfect. She and Emily would only have one first time, and she wanted it to be something special.
Emily tried her best to calm her girlfriend by conversation, music, jokes, and gentle contact. To be honest, though, she was enjoying nervous Paige. Paige was always the one who was in control, in the classroom, in the pool, in restaurants on their dates. Paige was a meticulous planner who always knew exactly what to expect. Emily found it cute to see her this way – and the realization that she was the reason that Paige was so on edge just made Emily hot. But part of her worried that Paige was too nervous. "Hey," Emily said, reaching a hand to Paige's thigh, "We don't have to do anything that you're not ready for. We can just enjoy our weekend getaway."
Paige put her hand not-so-innocently on Emily's thigh, and began working her way up. "On, trust me, Fields," she rumbled in a low voice, "I'm ready!"
Emily turned on the air conditioner and started fanning herself. Paige laughed to herself, feeling a little more relaxed.
They arrived at the cabin just after sunset. Paige fished out the set of keys and opened the door. "Oh, fuck! I don't believe this!" she exclaimed once she found the lights.
The cabin was in rough shape. The last guests hadn't cleaned it. The furniture was dusty and threadbare, and the kitchen was looking dilapidated. Paige felt like crying. Emily assured her that it was okay. "It's not okay!" Paige fumed.
"Paige, calm down! Let's just make the best of it!"
"It's our first time, Emily! We only get one! I wanted everything to be perfect!"
Emily grabbed Paige's arms and held them at her sides to calm her down. "Paige, it's all right! It will be perfect, because we love each other. It wouldn't matter if we were in a cardboard box under a bridge, it would still be perfect!" Paige started to protest, but Emily stopped her with a hard kiss.
"You don't understand, Emily. I had everything planned. This was the one thing I couldn't control."
"Oh, I understand! I think that I know you pretty well, McCullers!" Paige didn't get what was so amusing. "Listen," Emily continued, "We can complain and have a shitty time, or we can make the best of it, and look back at this and laugh later." Paige just twitched her lip. "Unless you want to go home? We can do this another time."
Paige definitely did not want to go home. She knew that she had to get her act together, fast. She relaxed herself into Emily's arms, letting out a long, resigned sigh. "I even did some research, based on our heights and body types," she mumbled into Emily's shoulder.
Emily suppressed a giggle. Of course you did, Paige! "Oh, Paige," she said with the laughter apparent in her voice, "I just love it when you talk dirty!"
"Damn it! There's not even any firewood in this place!"
Emily poked her head into the living room. "That's okay, Paige! We can just turn up the heat!"
"No," Paige said, grabbing her coat, "There has to be a fire! I'm going to go track down some wood."
"Ooh," Emily cooed, her mind suddenly filled with visions of Paige swinging an axe at some poor, defenseless tree, the muscles in her arms and back glistening under a sheen of fresh perspiration. She skipped up to Paige and positioned herself in front of her, grabbing hold of her biceps. "Yeah, Baby! Go chop up a tree for me," she groaned, with a sexual swish of her hips. Paige looked down and saw the sheer desire in Emily's eyes. There was no way that she could walk away from her. Immediately, her lips were on Emily's; then, sloppily, they were all up and down her neck, face, and shoulders. She grabbed Emily under the arms and hoisted her into the bedroom. Emily was screaming with delight and kicking her feet all the way. Paige unceremoniously flung her onto the bed and flopped on top of her, resuming her assault on every exposed inch of Emily's skin.
"Mmm – slow down there, Tiger," Emily said, sitting up and pushing Paige back. She parted her lips and looked hungrily into Paige's eyes as she began slowly unbuttoning first Paige's shirt, then her own. She guided Paige's hands onto her bra, kissing and biting at the base of Paige's neck and moaning as Paige lovingly fondled her chest. Paige removed Emily's bra, and time stood still. Paige was frozen in place at the radiant vision of Emily's chest. It took Emily pulling Paige's head onto her nipple to get things going again, and, suddenly, Paige's hands found a rhythm, caressing Emily's taut stomach and digging her nails slightly into Emily's back as her mouth alternated from one breast to the other, moaning lasciviously into them.
Emily could feel the heat through Paige's jeans as Paige straddled her thigh, rocking back and forth in time with the movements of her mouth and hands. When Emily ground her thigh up into Paige, Paige stopped again and let out a deep moan. Emily pushed Paige onto her back and attacked the button and zipper of Paige's jeans, finally getting the offending garment away from Paige's crotch. Fuck slowing things down! Paige lifted her hips off of the bed and worked her jeans the rest of the way off, throwing them across the room. Seizing the opening, Emily grabbed Paige's center through her panties, causing Paige to spasm her hips up off the bed, rolling them in sync with the circles Emily's palm was forming. Paige clutched desperately at Emily's arms, at the headboard, at the sheets – frantically reaching for anything to ground her. Her eyes were unfocused and a series of gasps and moans were escaping her mouth.
Emily slowed the pace down. She moved her thigh into the spot that her hand had been working, allowing Paige to grind against it as she set about removing Paige's bra. She leaned over and teased Paige's piercing with her tongue as her hand worked on Paige's right breast. Emily began licking, sucking, and nibbling down the center of Paige's torso. She stopped at Paige's abs, placing adoring, open-mouthed kisses on the creases that she encountered there. Paige didn't notice that Emily, with a subtle motion, had relieved her of her panties until she gasped to feel a finger working its way through her wetness. Emily's mouth was still skilfully tending to Paige's stomach. Emily snaked a second finger in, removing them to taste a sample before she inserted her tongue in their place. Paige put her hands on top of Emily's head, pushing her deeper and deeper and grabbing manic fistfuls of Emily's hair. The pain only increased Emily's fervor, as she used both hands to caress in and around Paige's thighs and all over her ass. When she sensed Paige thoroughly losing herself, she moved her right hand to Paige's clit, expertly maneuvering it as, in a low voice between licks, she urged Paige to let go and come for her. Paige felt her stomach tighten and her walls clench as her orgasm exploded from deep within her, leaving her shuddering and moaning as Emily held on tight. "Shit, Emily," she said weakly, out of breath and thoroughly spent.
Emily pulled a comforter on top of her girlfriend. She stood up to take off the rest of her clothes and lay down behind Paige, holding her until she fell asleep. Paige drifted into dreams where Emily held her tighter and tighter, the two becoming one, so that it was impossible to determine where Paige ended and Emily began.
Paige woke up before the sun came up. She was incredibly horny. She dug the yoga mat out of her bag and started doing exercises off to the side of the bed.
Emily awoke to the sight of her lover inhaling deeply while holding the tree pose. Emily paused for a moment of reverent appreciation of the perfection that was Paige's ass before she broke the silence. "If naked yoga is going to be a thing now, make sure you wake me up for the start of the show next time! What did I miss?"
Paige released the pose and turned, smiling, towards Emily. She walked over to the bed and took her by the hand. Emily giggled in anticipation as she skipped out of the bed, not knowing what Paige had in store for them. Paige wordlessly led Emily to the bathroom and started the shower going. Once she was satisfied with its temperature, she helped Emily inside and washed her meticulously from head to toe. She turned off the water and patted Emily down, handing her her robe and saying her first words of the day: "Wait for me on the bed." Paige gave herself a quick shower before she went to meet Emily.
Emily sat down on the bed, looking at her hands which were folded in her lap, smiling in anticipation of Paige's return. She looked up when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Paige had the same kit of massage oils that she had used on Emily's birthday, but, this time, Paige wasn't wearing the masseuse's uniform. Emily smiled up at the sight of Paige's naked form, roaming over it from top to bottom with desire-filled eyes. Paige removed Emily's robe and laid her, face down, on the bed, saying, "It's time for me to finish what I should've started the night of your birthday." With that, she straddled Emily's back and began rubbing warming oils into her shoulders. The heat from the oils was not as intense as the heat that Emily could feel emanating from Paige herself. As Emily moaned in response to the working of Paige's hands, the sensation that Paige was leaving against Emily's back became warmer and wetter. Paige began to slide herself back and forth, subconsciously; almost imperceptibly. Emily forced herself to resist the urge to roll over and top Paige. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
Paige turned around so that she was facing Emily's lower half. She began rubbing the massaging oils down from Emily's thighs to her ankles, causing Emily's moans to become more urgent and feral. Without warning, she sharply smacked Emily on the left cheek, eliciting a sharp gasp as she immediately descended upon the reddened area with a soothing kiss. She repeated these actions against the right cheek, and Emily yelled out, "Oh, Yes, Paige!" as her knees bent and her toes curled into the balls of her feet; her fingers grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. Paige grabbed her right foot and began massaging the heel, instep, and ball with one hand, massaging her calf with the other hand. She rubbed the left foot and the left calf in the same manner before returning her attention to Emily's thighs, rubbing upwards from the knee line. When she reached Emily's center, she spread Emily's thighs and began licking at her wetness from her position on top of Emily. Emily's hands flailed behind her, desperately seeking to connect with any part of Paige's flesh. Paige lifted herself off of Emily's back and put her head between Emily's thighs, continuing to tongue at Emily's center. Emily rubbed the wetness that Paige had left behind into her skin, moaning Paige's name over and over.
Paige pushed against Emily's cheek, signaling for her to roll over onto her back. When she did, Paige curled a finger inside of her and began working it as she licked and sucked at Emily's clit. Paige added another finger, and Emily couldn't hold back any longer. Her hips bucked wildly, rising high off the bed. Paige stayed with her movements as Emily rotated her hips furiously around Paige's deft fingers. Emily was pounding her fists into the bed, throwing her head from side to side, and Paige could feel herself getting close just from the sights and sounds of Emily. Emily heard the noises that Paige had begun to make and sensed the slight change in rhythm that Paige was keeping inside her. She bent her knee, raising her thigh within range of Paige's wetness. Paige noticed and straddled Emily's thigh, pumping herself against it and pumping her fingers into Emily's center with renewed fervor. Emily was the first to explode. Paige followed soon after. When they had both recovered, Paige kissed slowly up Emily's stomach all the way to her lips.
Emily settled in behind Paige and savored the moment. "So, seriously," she breathed out at last, "How long has naked yoga been a thing? Because I think that I have a new favorite spectator sport."
Paige giggled shyly. "Yoga is just something that I do when I need to release tension. The naked part was a first."
Emily felt giddy all of a sudden. And playful. "And do you have any more tension to release?" she asked, kissing and sucking across Paige's shoulders and back.
Paige slid Emily's hand between her thighs, letting her feel the wetness there. "What do you think, Emily?"
Emily pushed Paige over onto her back and sat on top of her. "I think that I know a much more fun way than yoga for us to release it."