It was the last week of university, of being a senior, of being a Sara Clement student, of being an English major—it was the last week of hiding her relationship. What was about to follow felt terrifying and ambiguous but Tegan was still excited. They were working on getting their new house ready each day, she was teaching Sara how to depend on the skills they had when it came to house renovations and redecoration.
Sara was strongly against the idea of painting the house on their own but Tegan had already prepared their picnic basket with small sandwiches and snacks, bought the necessary tools and paint they were going to need, burrowed the ladder from Jeremy, and gave Sara one of her okay-to-be-ruined clothes. Sara agreed eventually, sighing dramatically while Tegan grinned as they left the apartment they shared and drove to their luxurious-looking house.
Half an hour through painting the nice living room in the second floor, Sara was already ruining the walls and getting way too distracted taking pictures of the view outside the large window to post them on her Snapchat. Sara was going through that phase of old people getting obsessed with technology without knowing how to properly use it. Just two days before, Sara sent Tegan a picture of the rash on her inner thighs from the shaving cream she was using. The caption was: "Look what this shaving cream is doing to my skin. Can I be hairy?"
However, instead of sending the picture to Tegan only, she had accidentally put it as a story. Tegan rushed into their room and told her to delete it before anybody could see it. Sara didn't know how to delete it. Tegan took Sara's phone in order to get rid of the picture. When she was about to delete it she saw that her mother had seen it. "You can tell me that in person, you know. I was sitting in the living room."
"I wanted to send it," Sara whined.
"Please be careful next time," Tegan warned.
When Tegan talked to her mother, Sonia inquired, "What the fuck is wrong with Sara? Was she asking people to be hairy or not?"
"Mum, she put it by mistake instead of sending it to me. I made her get my shaving cream and she was allergic to it so she was showing me."
"Oh," Sonia said. "Anyway, she uses this app a lot. She posts a lot. It's like she's a teenager."
"Yeah." Tegan rolled her eyes. "She just likes it."
And there was Sara feeding her obsession by taking pictures and videos, posting them on this stupid app that Tegan had regretted teaching her how to use. Tegan didn't want anybody, especially her parents, to know they were moving into such a nice place soon. Her parents were coming to Canada for her graduation ceremony in three weeks, and she was about to get married in three weeks. Sara wanted it to happen in the same day, with her parents around. The house was almost done. They didn't change many things. They had already ordered the furniture and the kitchen and changed two bathrooms out of the four in the house. Only few touches in the backyard were needed. They also needed to buy some things, like a swing set and a nice table and chairs outside. Sara was already working on the BBQ area. Tegan wanted everything to be done until people knew they were going to live in this nice house and start a family there.
Thinking of that, Tegan looked at Sara taking pictures then looked back at the wall she was painting. She was on the ladder, wondering whether to ask her lover about the sperm donor. Whenever she thought about it, she pushed the idea away. It always scared her.
"God, the view in here is amazing. I'm so happy with this house."
Tegan smiled as she painted the wall beside the window a light beige color. Sara wanted to get wallpaper but Tegan thought paint is much classier. Sara said their kid might ruin the walls, Tegan told her when they would have a kid, she would consider wallpaper and now it was too early to think about it. Sara sighed in defeat.
Tegan almost fell off the ladder as she tried to look out of the window. Sara screamed, quickly grabbing the ladder and Tegan's bum to keep her steady. Tegan's heartbeat quickened as she grabbed onto the ladder.
"Be careful," Sara said.
"God," Tegan said irritatingly. She felt herself tearing up. Shock usually did that.
"It's okay. You're good. I'm holding the ladder." Sara squeezed her bum. "And your ass."
Tegan continued painting in silence while Sara snapped more pictures. She heard the voice of the camera taking pictures; it wasn't via Snapchat anymore. She knew Sara was taking pictures of her behind. She's been quite anxious lately, always exasperated and stressed out. She had finals, projects to finish, papers to write, pills that toyed with her hormones to take, a house to decorate, parents to convince her life was getting better not worse, and a womb to get ready to stick a damn fetus in. She was stressed out that she kept getting terrible headaches and migraines. She was too aroused that Sara often fucked her three times a day and she still needed more. Sara never said no.
However, while Sara was feeling her ass and squeezing the flesh, Tegan was not happy about that. She wanted for Sara to help not to distract. She was annoyed.
"Sara, can you stop?"
"Stop what?"
"Touching my ass."
"I'm trying to keep you safe, my love." She was able to feel her fiancée smirking. She bit her lower lip.
"You're trying to distract me."
"Your ass is so cute in these shorts. It's getting full." Tegan rolled her eyes. She should have not worn these short shorts with a partner like Sara around. Sara would think of sex in class, so how about when they're alone and her ass cheeks almost jumping out of these shorts!
"You are sexessed…sex obsessed." Sara laughed loudly, holding both cheeks now instead of one, squeezing both as her melodic voice echoed in the empty room.
"Am I turning you on, my love?" Sara wondered loudly.
Tegan looked at her from the corner of her eyes. She sighed loudly, giving an answer of confirmation that made Sara laugh once again. "We're never gonna get this house ready, I swear."
Tegan continued working and Sara continued touching. It was bothering the younger woman but it was arousing her. A simple touch always did it. When she was done, Sara helped her get down, grabbing both cheeks again and squeezing tightly. "I've been pondering over something," Sara whispered. They faced each other, standing closely, bodies almost touching.
"And what's that?"
"You liking anal."
"Ugh." Tegan left the embrace and walked around the living room, inspecting the walls from afar. She hated talking about things that embarrassed her.
"I'm serious. Can we talk about that?"
Tegan looked at her lover. Sara was wearing glasses and her face was free of makeup. Wrinkles were visible on her face; aging was beginning to get to her. Still, she was beautiful and attractive.
"No, I never had anal sex with anyone but your finger."
Sara laughed sweetly, sitting down on the dirty floor. "How did you know I was gonna ask about that?"
"I know you like the back of my hand right now. You're so predictable because you only think about two things: sex and a baby." Tegan sat across from her, looking at the ground. They needed to get cleaning people after they were done working on the house. This was going to cost some money. Tegan sighed. "I…I kinda did it to myself…twice to be fair, after…after you did it to me two years ago."
"Oh," Sara mumbled. She looked up at her student. She was aware of the irritation that was sucking the energy out of this room. She was aware of the amount of stress her lover was going through. That's why she gave her a massage daily before sleep. Tegan loved that. Tegan also loved the sex, no matter how much she tried to show her irritation with Sara's sexual nature. "I did it once…with a guy." Tegan's mouth opened in an 'o' shape. "We were young…uh, eighteen." Sara was blushing. "And then I…did it to myself a few times."
"You like it?" Tegan asked.
"Mhm." Sara bit her lower lip. "Not always…it has it's own…time."
"Yeah, I know what you're talking about."
"Do you think you can ever try it with a dildo?" Sara asked.
"Why? Are you trying to fuck me like that?" Tegan said defensively.
"O…only if you want to."
"No," Tegan said loudly. "I don't want to. It's why I have another hole, so you can fuck that."
"Okay," Sara said, biting her lip. She looked down at her hands. She was wearing Tegan's jeans overalls and Tegan's light pink T-Shirt, which Tegan claimed she hated so she made it a workout attire.
"Oh," Sara said loudly, jumping as Tegan straddled her. "Oh, hi," she said again when her student removed her glasses.
"You're so dense at times," Tegan whispered.
"Me?"
"I've been hinting I want to be fucked and all you say is 'okay' and 'oh.'"
"Ohhhh," Sara said again with laughter, eyebrows wiggling.
"You don't get to turn me on and run away with it." She held Sara's both hands and directed them to her breasts. Her big black T-Shirt had a few holes in itand some band's name that Sara could not pronounce well. It was one of those loud bands Tegan listened to and Sara hated.
"You're not wearing a bra," Sara commented, feeling two hard nipples on her palms.
"No need. I hate bras." Sara squeezed, making her student squirm. "I'm not wearing undies, too."
"Who needs those?" Sara hummed, lips too close to her lovers, eyes staring at her lover's.
"Well," Tegan said in a husky voice, need declaring its presence in her octave, "not you since you're a nudist, but today I felt hot and bothered and I wanted to wear these shorts and all my underwear are, like, boxers and, yeah, I wanted to look sexy for you."
Sara laughed, caressing Tegan's soft cheek with a hand and feeling a small breast with another. "I'm not a nudist; I just don't care if Stacy sees me naked."
"Stacy stares," Tegan whispered. Sara smiled, nodding. Two nights ago she had left the bathroom topless, forgetting her best friend was in the apartment, or not caring about that fact to be specific. Tegan was angry once again. It's just Stacy!
"Anyway, you left the house with these shorts; it's safe to say you're becoming a nudist." Sara squeezed the right breast. "God, where are your tits?" She lifted the shirt and hummed. "Everything's getting bigger but these two." Sara kissed one nipple.
"I hope they never do."
"What? No." Sara helped Tegan out of her shirt. "I love them. I love the way they were."
"I hated them, okay?" Tegan rolled her eyes but Sara still laughed. "If you love boobs so much, why don't you play with yours, they're big."
"Do you hate mine, too?" Sara was helping her out of her shorts now. Tegan almost fell once again, but saved herself by putting both hands on Sara's shoulder, making Sara fall instead. "Oh, shit."
"Oh, sorry," Tegan mumbled. "We should get that sheet to lie on. I don't wanna lie on the dirty ground."
"Which one?"
"The one I brought to eat on."
"Okay, there are different meanings to the word 'eat' so I guess it will do."
"Fuck you," Tegan mumbled with soft laughter. She was completely naked now, standing before her lover who gaped at her glowing body.
"Getting so beautiful, I could draw you for days."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…after you make me come, please." Tegan was begging and requesting. The word 'please' lit a fire in Sara's heart, her libido ignited. "And by the way," Tegan said, sitting on the white sheet she spread on the ground, "I don't hate your boobs. I actually love them so much and…and," Tegan hesitated, face bright with sheepishness, making Sara smile bigger, "and, yeah, I kinda get your obsession with my breasts. We all like to see them a bit full and somehow mine have shrunk more than before and yours have become very full and round, in a very sexy way, so…so…what was I talking about?"
"It's okay." Sara laughed. "I get you." Tegan usually blabbered when nervous. "I actually always liked very small breasts till I dated a woman that had big ones."
"Who?" Tegan asked.
"You." Sara winked. "Then I knew I liked them, too."
"Hmm." Sara began to undress, too. She only removed the overalls but stayed in her tight purple underwear and Tegan's old shirt. "Maybe, if pregnancy happens quickly, in few more months you'd get them big and nice like you wanted." Sara started to caress her body and kiss her supple skin, starting from the corner of her neck and descending to her upper chest—it was red, heated with a rash caused by the heat of the sun.
"They'll be very sensitive to touch, I wouldn't want to hurt you," Sara said between small kisses. Tegan was starting to relax. The breeze coming through the big window made her skin light up in goosebumps, and Sara's soft hands helped the feeling increase while they caressed each inch of exposed skin, stopping at both breasts again and squeezing the flesh gently.
Sara's body collided with her own as the older woman topped her, pushing her weight above. She started to moan when Sara's lower half began to move like a gentle wave in an empty ocean. The thin fabric of Sara's underwear was gliding over her hairy mound and she could still feel it despite the thick patch of untamed curls. When was the last time she shaved? She couldn't remember at all. Sara never complained and she had her own patch of curls, too. Nobody shaved anything anymore, unless they had to. It was easier that way. Tegan loved it.
They made out for too long. Tegan sucked her fiancée's tongue inside and Sara whimpered as her hips moved more and her skin burned underneath Tegan's palms as they slipped inside her shirt.
"I need to buy some stuff from the sex store," Tegan admitted after they pulled away. Sara sat up and stared at her with wide eyes.
"Wh…what are they?" Sara lifted her shirt up. It was getting hot. She took it off. Two breasts sat above a small protruding belly. Sara was gaining some weight, the smaller woman noticed. It was aging and bad metabolism, she heard Sara tell Stacy. Tegan didn't really care. She couldn't see the flaws. She wondered if it's due to her youth that she couldn't notice the errors while Sara could point out hers and Stacy pointed out her own ones, which Tegan could not see, too. Or maybe everyone saw what's wrong with their bodies and she was just too confident about her own right now. She used to hate her breasts till Sara loved them, now she loved her body and wouldn't mind staring at herself in nudity. However, she was shy, still very shy. She's also a prude. It was her first time ever wearing such shorts, or short shorts, outside of the house anyway. Nobody saw her. She knew she was going from house to car and from car to house again, which made it seem easier to let her ass hang out of the legs of the shorts.
"Some stuff both you and I can use without any hesitancy or difficulty. I mean, I've seen some in porn, I don't know how they work." She put her hand on her stomach as Sara hummed, smirking a bit.
"I have probably tried what you're talking about it."
"What is it?"
Sara winked. "We'll go and see what is it you want and I'll tell you if it's what I'm thinking of or not."
Tegan gulped when Sara was trying to spread her legs. She gave Sara the view of a wet, red vulva and Sara licked her lips. "Well, you probably have tried everything."
"Probably." Sara touched her folds without hesitancy, she rubbed them together and squeezed as wetness spread more and more till Tegan felt it dripping on the sheet. "No wonder you're feeling very bothered lately; every time I touch you, you're wetter than before. Your body is preparing, Tegan."
"Yeah, I'm actually ovulating now." Tegan's thighs shook when Sara pinched her clit. "We only have about a month."
Sara stopped touching her lover. Oh, a month. Things were going way too quickly. Would she have time to do what she planned? Fuck, a month was a short time. "We'll be newlyweds."
"Yeah." Tegan was searching for her hand. She wanted to be touched but Sara was making a time schedule in her head. When Tegan started touching her clit, Sara's instinct woke up, pushing her lover's hand away.
Tegan sat up and pushed her legs farther apart. Sara watched her as she looked down between her legs. "Is everything okay?"
"Doesn't look that nice," Tegan mumbled. They haven't had sex without being uncovered or without the lights dimmed in a long while. The last time was when she started bleeding on the sheets. After that Sara avoided being exposed and Tegan as well. Sara only bled once after it. They were only a few drops but, still, she was glad it was not on display. And now her lover was embarrassed and she could see it clearly. The amount of hair was plenty and it always made Tegan nervous showing that to her.
"I can be naked, too," Sara suggested. She didn't usually get her turn after she pleased Tegan because she was still adjusting to the new HRT treatment, which was much better than the one she took before. Therefore, she preferred to stay clothed from the waist down. "I think I have more hair than you."
"It's not the hair." Tegan looked up. "It's so dark and messy."
"You're aroused. It's normal. That's how it always looks like." Sara laughed a bit when her lover frowned.
Sara tried to relax both of them by rubbing Tegan's arms. They were stronger and bigger than a few months ago when Tegan was basically skin on bones. Tegan sighed in contentment and threw her head back, making both breasts stand to attention; pink buds hard and thick-looking. Sara stared at them as Tegan breathed. Could she come with her nipples played with? Sara always wondered and Tegan told her that she couldn't. Tegan's breasts were becoming full again, but not the same roundness and fullness they once had been. She felt ashamed when she uttered those words a moment earlier. She promised herself she wouldn't judge loudly. It wasn't judgment, but she wondered out loud and she shouldn't have. Her lover was stunning and she should have appreciated that loudly instead of commenting on her breasts.
She pushed her face against Tegan's breasts, hearing heartbeat and soft breaths. She rounded her lips against one nipple and began to suck. Tegan gasped instantly. Their eyes met when Sara looked up at her student. She smiled as she gently bit on the small bud. Tegan held her head in place, smiling down at her. A fast index twirled the other nipple.
The hot tongue that circled that sensitive part of her made Tegan crave more of it the longer it stayed there. Despite the sting, the need was rising; her core was aching. When Sara switched to the other breast, Tegan felt the convulsions down between her legs. She wanted something inside, jammed in her roughly and quickly. She opened her legs as far as she could and Sara laughed upon realization. She was starting to writhe and squirm the more Sara fondled her breasts.
When Sara let go, she held both breasts close to each other, sighing as she stared at them. "Gotta have my fair share before they go to someone else."
"I bet you can suck your own." Tegan wiggled her brows.
"I can't." Sara bit one nipple and then bit the other, only letting go with an exaggerated pop.
"I used to be able to. I've done it like three times. Now I can't."
Sara's eyebrow rose in astonishment. She sat back. "Really? That's interesting." Tegan noticed how hard her nipples were, too. She wondered about her state of arousal. Her breasts were insanely beautiful. She loved it when women had very bouncy and soft breasts. It attracted her more to see breasts hanging a bit down than seeing them very pronounced and toned. "It's like they're gonna squirt something at my face," she once said to Emy with a disturbed expression on her face. "I just like them sagging a bit so I can you know…" She remembered opening and closing her fists as if she's kneading something. When the memory hit her, she blushed intensely.
"Yeah," she whispered, smiling. Slowly, she turned around. Her heart drummed when she heard the smug chuckle from Sara. She wanted this position; she was craving this position with how achy her hole felt. When teased to great extents, she usually demanded to be filled and wanted to feel the void that soon would be full. If only, if only she had brought her vibrator with her, but she didn't know this was going to turn out like that.
She shrieked when Sara slapped her ass. "Having sex in our new house for the first time." She turned her head to look at Sara who sat behind her. She should be embarrassed offering her all like that but she couldn't. She's seen it all, she told herself. "What hole do you want me to fuck?" Sara wiggled her brows again. She was kneading her breasts softly, Tegan stared.
"Sara," she whined softly, "please, I'm already close." Sara giggled, giving her another slap.
Sara brushed both hands on her lover's cheeks and slapped, earning a sharp intake of breath. She was getting turned on watching a cunt begging to be fucked. She plunged in with three fingers, this time earning a small squeal. She laughed in a hushed tone to herself as she saw Tegan tense up. This position made Tegan's walls give Sara more room to go deeper with her fingers, pushing in till the knuckles and pulling out till the tips. She knew Tegan was clenching her muscles, too. She could feel it. Tegan was close. Her breaths were hard. If Sara touched her clit, she would come. Sara didn't touch it, however. She felt deep fire to do something, something that had been on her mind for awhile now. She was sure Tegan was teasing with this position. Tegan must have been teasing since they had just talked about it. She liked being fucked like that and wished Tegan would do it to her sometimes. But she also wanted to fuck Tegan like that.
And so she did; she thrust in one digit in her lover's other hole. She did it quickly, it made Tegan gasp, pushing her head on the ground.
"Is this okay? Are you okay?"
"Oh, God." Sara watched the younger woman blinking rapidly. She didn't move her digit at all. She pushed it further and kept it there, using her other hand to fuck Tegan's cunt with three fingers. She began moving only the tip while completely relying on those three digits to do the job of making her lover reach the climax. She quickened her pace, which was too much for Tegan who was now loud with her expression of need.
Tegan slapped the floor, forming a long 'oh' as she was getting there. Sara wished she could slap her butt if she had a third hand. When Tegan slapped the floor again and screamed, Sara's sexual instinct rose. Face full of wonder and astonishment and teeth ready to bite into anything they could get, Sara bit the soft flesh of her lover's right cheek. She could honestly feel each delicate part inside Tegan. She felt her cervix and the tightness of it, her walls beating and thumping, her juices flowing and rushing out of her. She felt the orgasm in its highest point until it stopped completely, releasing her finger from captivity. She had fucked many women before but never felt the orgasm this strongly in both holes.
She pulled out gently because she knew what Tegan must had felt after that scream. They were lucky their new house was big enough and almost secluded from the houses next to it. A large garden and a backyard separated each house in that area. Nobody heard a thing.
She felt that her hands were dirty and that Tegan would not want to be held after that. She walked to the bathroom downstairs quickly to wash her hands. It was the only working bathroom in the house at the moment. They were still doing some construction in the others. When she went to the second floor again, she saw her fiancée resting on her back with legs wide open and eyes tightly shut. She rested beside her, kissing her sweaty forehead and brushing her damp hair.
"That was strong, wasn't it?" she whispered, kissing her forehead a second time.
Tegan could only whimper and bury her face in the heat of Sara's chest. Sara worried she hurt her.
"Teetee? Can you please tell me if you're okay?" she spoke gently but with seriousness in her tone.
"I didn't like…" Tegan swallowed. "I didn't like how you touched everything inside me. It reminded me of…of that bimanual exam…I'm sorry, it just did." Struck with the honesty of her lover, Sara's face turned crimson red, all confidence stripped away from her. She didn't say anything because nobody had ever told her they didn't like anything she had given them. Not even Jack in their worst days. Not even Stacy after their first time. Not even her seventeen year old boyfriend who she didn't know how to blow well enough, almost biting into his dick each few seconds. But Tegan said what she didn't like casually, the same way she stated she didn't like that big toy or the way she stated she wouldn't want to be butt fucked with a dildo. Tegan was honest and didn't fear crushing Sara's ego in such matters. "But I liked, I liked that you fucked my ass. I mean, I…" Tegan giggled, pushing her head deeper in the warmth that Sara radiated out of her body. "I felt the orgasm everywhere, Sara…" She looked up with wide yellow eyes at the older woman. Eyes were searching, were loving, were in wonder. "Everywhere. Do you even know what I mean by everywhere?"
Sara smiled, momentarily forgetting about her dead ego. "Women actually have four orgasms and I think you felt two or three of them at the same time."
"I feel like…I feel like I'm bleeding. Can you check? It was too much, I guess?" Sara sat up instantly, looking between her lover's legs. There was nothing but extreme wetness. She touched the tender parts gently, pushing her index in. Tegan's legs closed on her, squeezing her hand between soft thighs. "Oh, fuck, it hurts."
Sara pulled out, still looking between Tegan's legs with an unnerved face. "There's no blood." She looked up at Tegan's face. "Did it hurt more than that dildo?"
"No," Tegan said. "It hurts now. It didn't hurt when you were doing it."
"I'm so sorry." Sara frowned. Was she getting bad at it? Fuck, she must have lost her skills. If her fingers hurt, no wonder Tegan didn't want toys anymore. She was getting bad at every little thing. Maybe she was not bisexual enough. No! She needed to stop thinking like that.
"Don't be. My pussy's just a pussy." Tegan winked. She must have felt her self-consciousness rising, so she tried to hide it by leaning in and kissing her lover.
Sara had reached a decision: she was going to get people to work on her house because she and Tegan were never going to finish it in two weeks. They had to move in after the graduation and nothing was ready. She was going to call her mother and ask for money. She needed it.
"So who's actually coming over today?" Tegan asked her lover. Sara was having her friends over so Tegan made plans with her own friends to meet at the bar. No way was she going to sit with middle-aged women, half of them had taught her before.
"Dana, Laura, Jasmine, Annie, and Stacy." Sara drove with her sunglasses on. Her hair flew in the wind and it looked lighter than it had ever been. Tegan loved how Sara looked in that moment. She smiled to herself as she stared in silence and devotion. "But Stacy doesn't wanna come."
"Why?"
"She says all they talk about is marriage and sex and she hates these topics."
"I don't blame her. I bet they gossip like newlywed straight girls."
"Which they all are except Dana," Sara said. "And Stacy doesn't know where to put Ella."
"Well, if I wasn't going out, I would have taken care of her, but…"
"I know." Sara parked outside the sex store; an evil smirk appeared on her full lips.
"No," Tegan said with laughter. "No fucking way. Not now."
"You wanted it."
"I'm barely clothed, Sara."
"It's fine. It'll be quick. I'm curious."
She walked slowly in each aisle and her lover followed. She didn't want anyone to look at her butt cheeks, she said to Sara. Sara's smug laughter rang in her red ears as she tried to pull herself together and act as the grown up, soon to be married woman she was. The only time Tegan had bought a sex toy, she used the internet to purchase it. It was easier and more private. She thought if Sara was with her, the journey inside the sex store would not be so awkward. She was wrong because the variety of colors and sizes made her dizzy. Her anxious stomach troubled her, reminding her of her nineteen year old self once again, reminding her of that teenager scared to show Sara her topless chest in a dimmed room; reminding her of her first time with this woman she loved more than the ocean loved the sun, the moon, and the stars above.
"Let me make it easier for you," Sara said, touching her shoulder. The two women who worked in the store knew Sara, so they didn't follow them with noisiness disguised as the excuse of offering help. Sara wanted to hold her partner and steady her shaking heart. "I think I know what you want." She held her sweaty palms and took her to the place Sara suspected Tegan was trying to find.
Before even touching the item, Tegan gasped, cheeks flourishing in ruby. Tegan giggled, covering her face.
"The hitachi, right?"
"How the fuck did you know?"
Sara threw her head back in laughter. "I know my little ones," Sara winked and Tegan groaned in protest.
"So," Tegan said, "can we get it?"
"Sure." She didn't know whether she liked such strong vibration against her sensitive parts. She had always used it with her underwear on when she dated Katina. Some girls could take the vibration directly but she couldn't. She didn't want to tell Tegan that until she tried.
"Okay…uh, you hold it." Tegan smiled shyly.
"Alright."
Sara's eyes were fixed on the set of the medium length, colorful dildos she saw in the first aisle. She was thinking of getting one for awhile now, but she was not sure whether she'd be disappointed if she tried it or not. Her need thickened as she saw the various colors and shapes. She was also aroused from earlier when she touched Tegan. She cleared her throat and walked once again to that aisle. She stopped in her place and inspected.
"These are cute," Tegan mumbled. "Oh, I think these are the ones I can actually enjoy." She touched a shiny pink one. It was light pink, too girly and too cute, Sara thought. She liked it, too. She put her hand next to Tegan's to feel the softness and the texture.
"I'm…I'm thinking," She couldn't continue without stuttering. "I want one like that for me."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. I really want it." She didn't want to sound desperate but she really was. She missed having something inside, something that could fill her. "I can't take the one we have."
"We can get this. I mean, are you okay if we both use it? If you're not, then it's fine, I can, like, get another one."
"No, we can use this together. I mean, I'm not even sure I can take it."
"Don't get this wrong, Sara, but we're kind of…you're kind of as tight as I am, not any tighter."
Sara laughed, nodding her head because it was true and she felt it, too.
"Yeah, I was not tight before the surgeries. Men would love knowing that I am tight as a virgin now."
"You're not as tight as a virgin." Tegan rolled her eyes. Sara loved to see each reaction after teasing her lover.
Sara cooked while Tegan studied until it was time for them to get ready. They both entered the bathroom. Tegan showered and Sara plucked her eyebrows and the few hairs above her lips while waiting for her turn. Then she showered and Tegan dressed and did her hair. They shared a little talk in the bathroom. Tegan was going to meet up with Emy for dinner then they were going to meet Jeremy at the bar. Sara hoped Tegan wouldn't be too late so they could, maybe, have sex before falling asleep. Sara wanted to be touched. She was still aroused and it amazed her.
In the diner, Emy opened up her cheeseburger sandwich and removed everything inside—the tomatoes, lettuce, and onions.
"Ketchup?" Tegan offered.
"No. I don't want that."
"You liked ketchup." Tegan was the one who didn't fancy ketchup in her fries.
"These antidepressants I'm taking are making me hate everything."
"Oh, god," Tegan said with a repulsed expression. "I remember that."
"You don't take them anymore?"
"No." She squeezed some mayo on the side of her fries. "I take fertility drugs that make me eat literally everything."
"Shit," Emy said as she bit into her sandwich. "What the fuck are those?"
Tegan wiped the mayo off her lips and swallowed her bite. "My doctor said I am as fertile as a woman in her late thirties, which is basically because of genetics. So the only way I can conceive quickly as we planned is by taking these."
"Oh, wow. That's…that must seem overwhelming to you."
"You know what scares me?"
Emy shook her head with food in her mouth.
"Not becoming pregnant." It did not really scare her. It worried her for the most part. She didn't want to have kids but thinking of not actually having them made her anxious. Sara's heart would be broken for a start; she would feel terrible if that happened. When she thought about the decision she had taken the previous year of not wanting to have a kid she felt herself silly, knowing that she was going to change her mind one day. However, when she remembered the reasons behind her decision it actually frightened her that she was taking a step she was never going to be ready to take.
"Oh, come on. You will be. There's nothing wrong with you." She shook the thoughts away, though. She didn't want to tell Emy all that. She didn't want to tell anyone anything anymore. People didn't really help; they just gave the advises they saw appropriate for their own situations.
"My mum struggled for three years to have me and couldn't have another after me. I didn't tell Sara that I probably have almost the same issues she had. I mean, I'm not sure if I do, but, like, I have two aunts who couldn't conceive."
Emy nodded when there was nothing to say. Her soft blue eyes were sweet and lovely. Her lips were red with lipstick and her cheeks were pale and frozen.
"Did you find a donor?" she asked when silence prevailed.
"No." Tegan's lips went downward. "Maybe she did but I'm afraid to ask. I don't even know."
"I think you should talk to her about it."
"I really should." Tegan sighed.
Stacy helped Sara in the kitchen before the invited women arrived. Sara had bought new crystal glasses for the drinks. She didn't want to entertain with old tableware. She also purchased a nice porcelain table set with pink and green floral patterns and gold rims. The handles of the cups were nice, Stacy thought; the ends of the handles didn't stick to the cups, they were like flying wings—that's what they reminded her of. Stacy had baked some of her famous petit fours and macaroons. Sara squealed when she saw the sugary goodness.
"Tegan loves macaroons. Let me just leave her some in case none will be left." Sara took one f each three flavors—pistachio, vanilla, and strawberry—and added them in a separate plate for Tegan.
"Add some of these, too. I think I nailed it this time." Stacy added some petit fours as well.
"You always nail it, Stace. You should start some baking business."
Stacy chuckled; half amused, half derisive.
When Sara's small living room was full of people, Stacy wished she hadn't wasted her time joining them. She would have saved the twenty-five dollars an hour she was going to give Ella's babysitter. How hard was it to find babysitters in Montreal? Barely anybody around her spoke English. It felt like she was living in a foreign country.
She didn't know English Literature professors could be so shallow because they were supposed to be well-educated and smart. The conversation was a bore and the topics were silly. She could see that even Sara was not enjoying herself. Were they like that when they were in their late twenties? Maybe she was like that when she got married. She didn't remember calling Sara and gossiping about sex because that had already happened in high school, and she assumed that was the time of these silly topics. Or maybe she was just getting too old and too boring with a life so empty. The last time she had sex was a very long time ago, she couldn't remember what the feeling of an orgasm was anymore. She didn't even have time to touch herself, not that she felt interested or aroused enough to do it. She was truly a celibate now, and in her mind she snickered at herself, in her mind she shed tears for herself, in her mind she cussed at herself. Her sexual needs were frozen, yet she didn't complain the way Sara did. Maybe because she didn't love someone the way Sara did. She had loved Sara, though. God, she had. She had kissed Sara and had wanted to have sex with her. It was just a one-time feeling, she was lost and scared that her life was going nowhere. So what?! She told herself now. Let it go nowhere, she didn't care. As long as her kid was safe and sound, she didn't care.
"So I heard you have a cute, little four-year-old," Dana interrupted her pensive thoughts. Stacy didn't know where the sound was coming from. She looked at both sides, finding Dana on her left.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and answered, "Yeah. Ella. She's four, yes." Her voice was raspier than ever and a bit cracked. She cleared her throat. She really didn't fit in. She really wanted to go home. She really wanted to cry. That was a new feeling, wanting to cry every single hour. It was actually cathartic and she was getting addicted to it.
No, it was not good. It meant she was feeling sorry for herself. She was never one of those who pitied themselves. She judged Sara for doing that. She used to scold her for doing that. Maybe it was karma, maybe.
"Well, I have Matt. He's four, too." While Dana talked, Stacy glanced at her best friend, nodding her head politely with a sweet smile upon her lips. She smiled and looked at Sara's friend again. "I was thinking maybe we could meet up again, here or at my place with Sara, certainly. But you would bring your daughter and my son would be around. They could have a little play date."
Stacy looked at Sara once again as the professor shifted in her seat. Their eyes met and Sara smiled at her the warmest and most tender smile, the one that promised remedy after patience and good times after misery. She wanted to cry more.
"Uh, sure, yeah. I mean, Ella doesn't like boys, to be honest, but we can try." She didn't want to. She didn't want to meet people. She didn't want anyone to know her story. She didn't want people to know why she had gotten a divorce, why she limped when she walked, why her body was bruised, what her husband used to do and what Ella had seen. Sara was the only one who was supposed to know that. And now Tegan did. But she didn't care that Tegan did because Tegan didn't look at her weirdly or treat her any differently. Tegan was typical Tegan and that was good, and that's how she wanted it to always be.
"Oh, wow. So you think your daughter just hates boys because she's at that awkward age when boys tease? My son does not. He's an angel." Dana's accent was annoying her. It reminded her of Jack's accent when he was trying to tease everybody around, and especially his wife. She looked at Sara again, wondering how her mental state was with Jack around. Sara never mentioned him, and she didn't ask, too. How terrible was that of her not to ask.
"No. My daughter doesn't like them. She's not interested. She likes girls." She felt silly saying that, but she wanted to annoy the woman the same way she was annoying her.
"Oh," Dana said with shock in her tone. Stacy's left eyebrow rose, ready to sting with her tongue to make herself feel better. "She's uh…four, she can't even know whom she's attracted to. She's just a little girl."
"Oh, she does. She's attracted to girls. It's normal. The way you were attracted to boys when you were her age, the way your son's attracted to girls. It's normal." Stacy was rude. Her attitude was wrong, or that's what people said. A woman who stated her opinion was always a woman with terrible attitude. She rolled her eyes and continued sitting alone with her own thoughts and hatred towards everybody but that woman who sat at the other end, clad in a white shirt and black trousers. The curve of her lips, the swell of her breasts, the thickness of thighs and yellowness of eyes—all were what Stacy wanted to admire as she sat around those chatting women.
When Jeremy arrived to the bar, he kissed both his friends on the cheeks. It was awkward for Tegan to smell the cologne she had gotten him for his birthday close to her. It was not awkward to be around Emy, though.
"How was your date with your girl? Why didn't she come?" Emy asked.
"Oh, it was fine." Jeremy looked at the menu. "She didn't want to interrupt."
"Interrupt what?" Tegan asked with a chuckle.
"You know, our hangouts as friends."
Emy was the one who did most of the talking at first. She talked about a book she was reading and how it reminded her of her and Jeremy's childhood. They were best friends but their mothers hated one another for a silly argument they had in high school. When they grew up, they tried to make their mothers work it out because it was affecting their friendship. They schemed and planned till they succeeded, and when they finally moved out to college, the old abhorrence was back in place. When Emy's brother died; however, Jeremy's mother was a good support to the family, forgetting the issues between them.
Then Emy talked about her excitement to start teaching again after summer vacation, asking Tegan to apply. Tegan said she was going to, but she was busy. Tegan talked about the preparation of their new house and her fear that something would go wrong. She didn't talk about any of the private details of her relationship with Sara in front of Jeremy the way she did in front of Emy. Jeremy didn't even know they were trying to have a baby.
"So are we gonna be invited to your wedding?" Jeremy asked. "Or Sara has banned us?"
Tegan laughed. "God, no. Sara's becoming softer towards…our friendship."
"She's too nice to me and it kind of scares me," Emy remarked.
"She's changed," Tegan commented. "I'm not having a wedding."
"What?" Jeremy shot.
"I am not. I don't want to. It's going to be at court. My parents will be there, I think." She sipped her beer and wiped her lips as she thought loudly, "I think Sara's arranging something but I have no idea what is it."
Then Jeremy talked about his girlfriend, whom he was falling for but afraid of this step because of the suspicion that she was still not over her ex-boyfriend, which made Emy admit her frozen sexual desire towards any human being, making Tegan's cheeks turn red and Jeremy's brows rise.
"It's really weird. I'm just not interested. Nothing moves me."
"It's the antidepressants," Tegan finally said. "They do these things."
Then Tegan talked about Jack and complained about Sara's quietude towards his presence. She was not sure how her lover felt about him being around.
"She says she hasn't seen him since we saw him, but I'm not sure about that. I mean, she has his number and they often talk. It's like she's running away from talking about him."
"Honestly, Tee, after the stuff you made me read in her notebook, that's not surprising," Jeremy noted. "He has caused lots of damage and she still did love him despite that. She wants to have a new start, she doesn't want him to ruin her relationship or stand in her way, so maybe she is actually trying to avoid him."
"Wow, you're actually defending her. That's new."
Emy was silent. She sipped her drink and said nothing.
"I am just stating what's reasonable. I don't want you to be paranoid about it."
"Well, you're right. She really doesn't like him being here."
After her guests left, Sara washed the dishes with her friend.
"Tegan demanded a dishwasher if she was going to have a baby, can you believe it?"
Stacy laughed a little. "Honestly, that's smart. Especially that you'll be working and she'll be too busy with the baby. It will be a bit hard."
"It's not like we're gonna have lots of babies, but you know, those are Tegan's excuses." Sara sighed.
She poured herself and her friend glasses of wine. They sat on the table and stared at each other. Sara tilted her head to the side and smiled. "What? Is everything alright?"
Stacy shook her head with a smile, tears slowly falling.
"Oh, honey. What's wrong?"
"Nothing really. I just feel empty and suffocated."
Sara didn't know what to say because she was aware of the throttling feeling. When she felt like the sky was crushing her to the ground, she didn't want anyone to make her feel better, she wanted them to listen.
"I cry a lot now." Stacy chuckled.
"It's okay to cry."
"I know that now."
"You felt bad about what Dana said to you?"
"No, no." Stacy paused. "I think I'm PMSing."
"Oh, blame it on that." Sara winked.
Stacy laughed, wiping her tears. "I should probably get going."
"No, stay a little."
"Ella is probably throwing tantrums now."
Sara sighed. "Stace?"
"Yes."
"I've been having an issue lately." She wanted to talk about what's been on her mind for the previous week. She didn't want to tell Tegan or anyone else, not even her doctor.
"What is it?"
"So, you know, I'm bisexual." Stacy laughed. "Don't laugh."
"I know, Sara."
"I've been wanting a, you know, or like fantasizing about…"
"Cocks."
"Yeah." Sara looked at her glass shyly.
"Interesting."
"It's ridiculous. I don't know why I've been just wanting that in me."
"A dildo, Sara. That's a good invention." Were they really talking about that? That felt awkward only because they hadn't talked about such matters in years.
"I know, I know. I've been dropping hints to Tegan but I don't want her to think it's because Jack is around. She's so sensitive and already thinks I'm still into him."
"Are you?"
"Hell, no." Sara poured herself another glass. "I've been ignoring his ass. I don't even respond to his texts."
"You know what's funny about you?"
"What?"
"You complain when you don't get wet and complain when you're so wet you want to ride a dick."
Stacy's bluntness shocked her. It was true, though. She was always whiny, she always complained to her friend about the silliest matters.
"Wow, who knew you still own such lewd vocabulary." Stacy laughed. "But, yeah, to be fair I am not that wet. I've been just wishing Tegan had a dick at times."
"You better not tell her that or she'll hate your guts."
"Fuck, I know." She often wondered about her body's needs. The needs shifted and changed suddenly. It annoyed her. She had been satisfied with fake toys but why did she want the real thing now? It disgusted her. She hoped it's just a phase. She hoped everything was a phase. "You know, I just think it's because I haven't had anything more than a finger inside."
"Okay, TMI." Stacy stood up. "That's my cue to go. Call your fiancée to your rescue."
"Fuck you." But she was going to do that. Her body needed to be embraced and touched. Her clit was palpitating in her tight pants. The seam of the material was rubbing on it. It felt good but uncomfortable.
It was getting late. Their conversation had become lighter and more playful after each drink. Jeremy didn't drink much because he was going to drive both his friends back to their places. Tegan sat beside him and they chatted quietly while Emy texted her mother.
"So you met her parents and they didn't like you, or you felt that they didn't like you? Because that's different."
"I felt like they didn't like me. When I asked her, she said they didn't comment."
"Okay." Tegan hummed. "I think that means they don't trust her, maybe?"
"How?"
"Mom doesn't comment on anything I tell her about Sara. She doesn't trust me or my choices. So I think they don't trust her and her choices."
"Your mum doesn't like Sara, though."
"My mom doesn't even know Sara. She has no excuse."
Sometimes she wondered how Sara's mother would feel about her. She wanted to meet her, or at least see her picture. She wanted to know that mother that Sara spoke to on the phone once a week or told stories about before sleep. That woman was the one who shaped her lover into this woman that swung between two souls. She was cold as ice on the outside and soft as melting snow on the inside.
"I wish I'd meet Sara's mom, but I think that's impossible because Sara hates her."
"Hates her?"
"Or at least doesn't like her nor wants her around."
"Well," Emy jumped in, "after what you've told me about her and her mum, I would be feeling the same towards my own mother."
Tegan's phone buzzed. She laughed. "It's like she knows we're talking about her."
Jeremy looked at the screen when Tegan read the text silently.
Come home, I miss you ;)
In a bit J
Come onnnn…
"Want us to go?" Jeremy asked. Tegan looked up at him, shaking her head.
"She can wait a little."
Tegan looked at her screen again. Her phone was on the table, for Jeremy's eyes to see each word and each letter clearly. They were sitting close to each other. Sara sent her a Snapchat picture. "Oh, she finally learned how to send one privately."
She clicked on the pink box instantly; not realizing she was going to see Sara's topless torso. She gasped loudly, flipping her phone to hide the picture from Jeremy's wide eyes. She looked at him gaping at her. Her face burned as secondhand embarrassment kicked her in the stomach.
"What's wrong?" Emy asked.
Jeremy didn't say anything. He was trying to muffle his laughter.
"Uh, S…Sara sent a nude and…please, tell me you didn't see."
Jeremy didn't answer.
"Fuck," Emy said loudly. She started laughing. "That's so disturbing."
"I don't think I can look at her the same way ever again," Jeremy whispered. "Or see the sentence 'come to the rescue' the same way again."
Tegan buried her face in her hands and groaned. Why was her lover so careless? She looked at her phone again, checking if Sara had accidentally put the picture as a story.
She hadn't.
Tegan texted Sara.
I'm in public, fuck. What's wrong with you?
Sara didn't respond.
"I think you need to go rescue her," Jeremy said. The shock was gone and now he was laughing with Emy.
"What did you see? Tell me."
"Guys, stop."
"Boobs. So much boobs."
"Only boobs? Pshh, that's nothing."
"Stop," Tegan moaned.
"I thought you saw pussy or something naughty."
"Seriously, Emy, stop."
"Party pooper."
"That's the woman I'm going to marry you're talking about."
"And your professor," Jeremy added.
"She's not anymore."
With alcohol they were a lot like their old selves when they were in college; free of troubles, lacking care, and ready to make fun of the silliest things without anything on their minds to disturb the amusement they created to console themselves with the candor of their thoughts.
Tegan hoped her lover was not upset with the text she had sent, but when she got home she found Sara asleep with the sheets covering only her lower half. She was still topless with her phone in her hands.
Tegan checked her phone. Her message was unread. She shook her lover slightly. She kissed the corner of her lips.
"Mmm, Tegan." Sara shifted with eyes still closed.
"Babe, I'm home." She cupped one breast, gently rubbing and squeezing. "I came to the rescue." She felt silly saying that. She laughed loudly.
Sara opened her eyes. She yawned then smiled. "Damn, I fell asleep."
"Sara, please, please don't send inappropriate pictures on Snapchat. I'm begging you."
"I didn't send it to anyone." Her nipples hardened again with Tegan's touch. She felt herself becoming aroused once again.
"But I opened it thinking it's a normal picture and Jeremy saw it. He was sitting next to me." Tegan took her hands off Sara's chest, scared of the reaction to come.
"You're kidding." Sara sat up. "He saw my tits?" She felt embarrassed but proud. She wondered what he said. She wanted everyone to know she and her lover were sexual, especially those that her lover slept with, those who loved her lover.
Tegan nodded. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine." Sara sighed, shrugging. "They're just tits."
"Wow," Tegan mumbled while kicking off her shoes. "You are actually a nudist."
"Are you jealous?" Sara teased. She threw the sheets off her naked body. Tegan looked behind. She checked her out, making her need rise once again.
"If it was someone else, yes, I would be. But not Jeremy."
She pulled her student by the collar, pushing her body up against the headboard. She straddled her, ready to act out the fantasies in her mind. She kissed Tegan first and Tegan held her waist, adding more to the heated kisses.
Slowly, she was flipped around. Her head hit the pillow and her student topped her. "I thought I'm the one who's coming to the rescue."
Sara giggled. "You are."
"Yeah, so let me rescue you the way I find appropriate." She stood up and unbuckled her skinny jeans. Sara spread her legs teasingly.
"I trimmed it down there so you could see. It was a forest."
"I like getting lost in the forest, otherwise rescuing wouldn't be adventurous." Tegan winked. She was making her blush and it felt wonderful and salvational.
"Wow." She had taught her lover how to turn her on with words without realizing it. She wanted to feel free like those old times. She wanted Tegan's eyes to widen in shock the way they did two years before. She wanted the younger woman to gasp and blush. She wanted her confidence to be stripped away, only in bed though. Only in bed.
Tegan took her pants off and sat on her knees, looking between the widely spread legs. "What do you want?" she asked softly.
"You're the rescuer, you should know."
Tegan touched her folds lightly, dragging her digits between her slit. She was aroused, but not wet anymore. When their eyes met, she knew what Tegan was thinking. She stopped smiling; the previous thoughts of making Tegan flushed with embarrassment flew away.
Tegan tried, though. She rubbed her clit gently and dragged her finger down to her entrance to inspect again. There was no use. She wished she hadn't fallen asleep. That was embarrassing.
"Uh, just umm…" Sara chuckled. "Forget it. I'm not getting wet."
"Shut up," Tegan mumbled. "You're getting there. You want it badly, I know you." Tegan started to unbutton her plaid shirt. "I know what you need." She smirked. It was her who was supposed to be smirking at her student, not the other way around.
Tegan pulled her maroon sports bra above her head, sighing when her breasts were free. "You like tits; they'll probably turn you on."
The sense of betrayal was strong in her chest. She was the one betraying her lover, or that's how she felt. She shouldn't have told Stacy that, or even thought about it loudly. She shouldn't have made the thoughts in the back of her mind become reality. She had to fix her thoughts with actions. She had to show Tegan that she wanted her. She let herself relax and breathed in and out softly as her head rested on the pillow, eyes staring at the younger woman pinching and pulling at her nipples.
She closed her eyes to relax, to focus on her need. She felt the softness of lips on her neck, kissing lightly and wetting her skin. She opened her eyes again. Two hazel orbs were focused on her. She smiled, tangling her fingers in her lover's hair.
"Want me to switch the light off and get under the covers?" Tegan inquired.
"No," she whispered. "I'm hot."
Tegan kissed for awhile. And Sara let herself surrender to each peck. But when Tegan began to suck on that spot she knew well above her chest, Sara's need pelted itself inside her body. She jumped all of a sudden when she recognized the feeling. She hadn't realized Tegan's fingers were there the whole time until she felt the rush of wetness seeping out of her hole. She smiled wanting to laugh when her lover's lips pulled one nipple inside the wetness of her mouth. As round lips sucked and pulled, the tip of the tongue flicked her nipple, making her squirm and move around to get the feeling she was aiming for.
"Look at that." Tegan held two digits for Sara to see. "That was quick." She sucked on them, exaggerating the sounds.
Finally she was able to think better about her needs. Now she was able to plot and scheme. Tegan was not going to take control of this, even if she was the one getting fucked tonight. She had to think of something that was going to drive her girl crazy. If fingers up the ass didn't do it anymore, there had to be something that made Tegan's eyes widen with shock and made her own lips turn to the side as she smirked triumphantly.
Tegan took her other nipple in her mouth, but she was concentrating on her scheme. Whipped cream and chocolate syrup had already been done, strange sexual positions or sex in front of the mirror was old now. They could try the sex toys they got today, but she was not sure about that. Her clit was sensitive and she had to be careful with the dildo, even though she needed it so much. Right now she wanted something that made her laugh while getting fucked. She wanted to be in control. She wanted to direct Tegan. She wanted it to be like old times because her libido was raging in her body.
"Fuck, Tegan." She pushed her head off when her nipple started to hurt.
"Sorry, sorry," Tegan apologized.
"It's okay." She touched her nipple, wincing slightly. "Tee, get me a peach."
"What?" Tegan questioned with furrowed brows.
"I'm craving a peach. Get me a peach." Tegan wondered whether she turned her off with the sucking. She was still wet, but maybe she had hurt her.
"No more sex?" Tegan stood up.
"I could eat and get fucked." Sara smiled wickedly.
What the fuck? "Oh, uh…okay." Couldn't she have waited? Tegan wondered.
When Tegan left to the kitchen, Sara laughed, knowing she had already made her head spin. She stood up on her knees, quickly reaching for an elastic hair tie to hold her disheveled locks. She was sweating and her body was flushed.
"Okay, so here is your peach," Tegan said, walking half naked towards the bed. Sara laughed at her lover's confused face.
"Don't you want one, too? Thought you loved peaches." Tegan loved peaches in a crazy obsessive way. She had eaten five peaches the night before. Sara thought she would wake up with an allergic reaction. She had also gulped a large piece of peach pie that afternoon. She made Sara get peach flavored ice cream few days ago. Sara didn't like it so Tegan hogged the entire bucket to herself.
"I do." Tegan sat on the mattress. "But I won't eat while having sex."
"Oh, yeah. You'll need your mouth to eat something else." Sara pushed her quickly, throwing her head on the pillow. Tegan shrieked with laughter. Sara took a bite of the peach, humming as she chewed. She stood on the mattress, feet on both sides of her lover. "Hadn't your mama taught you not to rescue the wolf?"
Tegan mumbled an inaudible 'holy shit' as Sara walked closer to her face.
"You like peaches?" Sara hoped she was not scaring the shit out of her lover, but at the same time she hoped she was planting an exciting type of fear in her stomach.
"Yeah."
"You like pussies?"
Tegan nodded.
Sara bit another part of her peach then put the bitten half between her legs, close to her cunt. Tegan gasped when Sara rubbed the watery peach against her wet folds. That was the reaction she wanted to receive; shock, wonder, awe, fear, exhilaration, lust.
"Now my pussy tastes like your favorite fruit." Sara winked. Her lover's face was crimson and her smile was big and bashful. She held the peach close to Tegan's lips. "Wanna taste?" Before Tegan could open her mouth, Sara took the peach away, biting into it and moaning loudly. "Mmm, I taste good. I would let you taste the real thing." She was proud of her confidence. She was proud she was able to make herself enjoy sex once again, to make Tegan shake with silence and gulp with need. She was glad she was able to let go of her insecurities. Sex was fun, she had always wanted it to be fun, she had always wanted to rekindle the fire of their sex and she was finally succeeding.
Tegan was silent and too stunned to say anything, which gave more room for Sara to be in control. She put the peach on the nightstand and lowered herself on Tegan's face. "I want to sit on your face."
Tegan laughed. Her laughter echoed in Sara's clit. She began to rock herself slowly as Tegan finally held onto her hips. Sara held the headboard and looked down at Tegan's coy eyes. Her breasts blocked Tegan but she didn't complain when she felt Tegan's tongue on her folds. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her hips moved forward then backward like a gentle wave.
Tegan touched her clit with her tongue first but Sara wanted more. She pushed her face, pressing on her lover's face. She hoped she was not making her uncomfortable with the scent that was getting stronger each second. Tegan's tongue began to work quickly, moving from her throbbing clit to her drenched slit—back and forth; twirling the engorged bud; sucking slightly and then repeating it again.
Sara was moaning softly. Her hips were rising and falling slightly but they were held well by Tegan's hands. She felt the palms on her lover spreading her ass cheeks. She felt the stiffened tongue ready to push inside. She sucked her breath when she felt Tegan beginning to fuck her with her tongue.
That was amazing. It was exotic. It was like falling then flying. It was like that dream when one dreamt they were about to fall from a high place then they instantly woke up. It was not real. It was not even believable. She was floating. Tegan held her and she was floating. All the control she had was in the hands of Tegan, who was performing art with her special tool.
She held onto her own breast and kneaded. She looked down at Tegan's wide eyes. "I love you," she mouthed breathlessly. "I love you so much." She wanted to cry. The feeling was indescribable. Her love was indecipherable. Feelings rushed out of her chest and her mouth. She mouthed words of love and poetry as she rode her lover's face.
"Yours is the light by which my spirit's born— you are my son, my moon, and all my stars." Sara threw her head back and opened her mouth when she felt the flow coming. "God, I love you. I love you, Tegan. I love you. Fuck, I love you," she cried loudly with each shake that rocked her body.
Her clit celebrated in Tegan's mouth and her juices danced on Tegan's chin as the waves made her cunt rejoice, convulsing and contracting as she rode her orgasm till she was empty of feelings but full of gratification.
She fell on the mattress upside down, knowing it would take an army to move her back to her pillow. She wheezed and laughed when Tegan jumped above her, kissing her red face with her wet lips. She tasted herself on her lover as they made out. They held each other tightly, felt the damp skin and loud heartbeats, their breasts squeezed together and their legs tangled. They laughed again when they let go.
"I love you, too. I love you so much," Tegan said then pushed her head in Sara's chest. "My face is sticky."
"Aww, I'm sorry." Sara laughed.
Tegan rolled around next to Sara and yawned. She looked at Sara's glowing face. She wanted to kiss her for hours.
"Did you enjoy it or was that too much?" Sara asked.
"I loved it. I was like, Sara's back. My slutty professor is back." Tegan laughed. "I can't believe you quoted E. E. Cummings while coming. I'll tell that to our grandchildren."
"Fuck you." Sara cackled. "I hope we'd have more of that before we have a kid. Because then I won't be able to ride your face like that."
"Speaking of that," Tegan said carefully. She had learned that talking about what she feared was always better at night. Her day wouldn't be ruined and she would sleep it off if the outcome of the conversation was terrible. "So, umm, I was wondering…" She traced Sara's tattooed arm with one digit. Sara looked at her with drowsy eyes. "Do you have, like, a donor in mind? Are we gonna like fish one from the internet? Like, we haven't talked about that at all."
Sara nodded slowly. She kissed Tegan's digit when it touched her lips. "I actually do have someone in mind and I…I was going to talk to you about it very soon."
"Oh, really? Who is it? Do I know him?"
Sara shook her head. "It's, uh, it's…it's my cousin, Adam. I…I…uh told you about him before."
"What the fuck?" Tegan uttered loudly.