A/N: This fic contains potentially triggering subject matter including but not limited to: suicidal references, gun violence, sexual trauma, homelessness, drug abuse, depression, homophobia, and cancer. It may contain inaccuracies. No copyright infringement intended. Thanks for reading!
BOOK ONE - PART ONE - CHAPTER SEVEN
"Okay. One… two… three."
Both Sam and Cat slipped their shirts off and tossed them to the floor, fully baring themselves to each other. For several lingering seconds, they just sat and stared. Finally, Sam leaned in and re-captured Cat's lips. Their hands went to each other's chests.
"You're not… disappointed?" Cat checked.
Sam chuckled. "Definitely not. Are you?" She leaned in and trailed a line of kisses down Cat's chest, between her breasts, then over to one of her puffy tan nipples. She sucked it into her mouth and circled it with her tongue.
Cat moaned, "No. I don't know; I…" After taking a second to catch her breath, she finished, "I think you're really sexy, Sam." Then she gave out an out-of-place giggle.
Sam pulled back from her chest. "What's funny?"
"Your birthmark's shaped like a fish."
It was just a little, roundish patch of tan skin between her breasts, normally hidden by her clothing. She chuckled and knowingly replied, "Uh-huh."
"Can I kiss it?"
Sam lifted her head up. "Can you what?"
Cat pulled her in and kissed her lips. "Lay down."
Sam wasn't normally one to take orders in bed. "Do I have to?"
"Yes." Cat grabbed Sam's hips and gently pushed her down onto her back. Pinning both of her shoulders, she pressed a kiss to the middle of her little birthmark, right below the line of her cleavage. Then she did it six more times.
Sam attempted to wiggle away. Granted, she wasn't trying that hard. Cat was straddling her and kissing her breasts now—there were definitely worse places to be. But Cat was still clutching her injured shoulder, and after a while, Sam couldn't stand it anymore. "Fuck, can you go easy on my shoulder?"
"Oh, right," Cat realized, removing her hand immediately. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"I'm good." Sam rolled her shoulder out and tried to block out the pain. "Just… don't stop."
Cat lowered her head back down. She flicked her tongue at Sam's right nipple until it was stiff, then moved over to the left side and repeated the action, letting her hands wander. After a couple of minutes, Sam was squirming desperately—Cat was pretty sure she was ready, and she couldn't help herself anymore. She placed a trembling hand on Sam's torso and began sliding it down. But once she reached her waistband, Sam put her own hand out and stopped her. "Oh—I'm sorry, is that too much?" she asked apologetically, disappointed. She had been imagining this for so long and was terrified of messing it up.
Sam trusted Cat wholeheartedly. She took a deep breath and confessed, "Actually… if you want the truth? I've never let someone touch me there before. I'm always the one doing the touching."
Cat furrowed her eyebrows. "Really? Like, ever? Why don't you let anyone touch you?"
"It's… complicated." Sam hadn't been expecting the sudden forced vulnerability. Sex normally came easy to her—her sexual partners almost never asked questions. Cat was still silent, waiting for an explanation, so she said, "You know how I told you about all the stuff my mom's ex-boyfriends did to me as a kid?"
Cat gave a small nod.
"…Well, I'm kind of, like, traumatized from that. And I don't want anyone touching me down there now. It turns me off, and it freaks me out." Sam had never spoken about this aloud before. She was starting to feel extremely self-conscious, and it was pissing her off.
"So… you're scared?" Cat met her eyes, curious and free of judgement. "But how does sex even feel good, then?"
Sam would normally never admit to anyone that she was scared, but this was Cat, and she wasn't wrong. "Sometimes, if I get turned on enough, I can come without being touched," Sam admitted. She was blushing, but she took a breath and openly explained, "I… I usually just masturbate while we do it. I don't know. The girls I've been with have never complained."
Cat could tell it was a sensitive issue and decided to change the subject. She daringly said, "Well, maybe you should show me how you do it, then."
Sam was impressed by Cat's newfound confidence. "Okay. Get off me."
Cat did as she was told this time, climbing off Sam. She hadn't asked her to, but Cat laid down on her back on the bed. Then she looked up and met her eyes.
Sam settled back down on top of Cat and kissed her, then straddled her thigh. Her hips instinctively began thrusting. While slowly grinding on her, she took Cat's nipples between her fingers and thumbs and gently rolled them until they were stiff. She gave out quiet, breathy grunts against Cat's mouth with each thrust, and Cat answered with eager moans of her own. After a couple of minutes, Sam broke away from the kiss to whisper, "Are you wet?"
"Yeah," Cat shyly replied. Truthfully, she wasn't sure she'd ever been wetter in her life. She palmed Sam's breast with one hand and grabbed her hip with the other. "Are you?"
Sam smirked, then slid one hand down the front of her own pants. She pulled it back out moments later, and her first two fingers were shiny with wetness. "I'm so fucking turned on, Cat," she told her, showing her, then moving her fingers to her own lips.
Cat caught her wrist and brought her fingers to her mouth instead. She sucked and licked the wetness off them until they were completely clean. The taste on her tongue sent a jolt of pleasure down between her legs, and she pressed harder into Sam's thigh, rutting against her. "Fuck," she quietly choked out.
Sam hummed. She backed up and held Cat's bucking hips down on the bed. She was chasing her touch, and Sam was loving watching her trying to find relief. "Say fuck again."
"What?" Cat wished Sam would stop teasing.
"Say fuck again," Sam repeated. She kissed her way back down Cat's chest, feeling her squirming beneath her.
"Fuck," Cat gasped openly; a bit more loudly. When Sam's hand slipped between her legs, she actually shouted, "Fuck!"
Sam gave her a little rub, teasing her, but nothing more. She slid her hand up to her waistband. "I want to take these off of you."
Cat looked in her eyes daringly, breathless. "Then take them off."
Sam moaned with excitement. She quickly hooked her fingertips inside Cat's pants and pulled them down. Cat kicked them the rest of the way off, and she was left fully naked except for a pair of light pink panties. Sam touched her through them, feeling the warm wetness pooling in the middle as she soaked through the fabric. After a minute, Cat whined softly and mumbled something too quiet to hear. "What?" Sam asked, continuing the small movements of her fingers.
"Take my panties off," Cat whispered. She looked nervous, but determined.
Sam's hand stilled. "Are you sure?"
"Sam, please," Cat begged, "I need you." These feelings were entirely foreign to her, and she was operating solely on instinct now. This was the last thing she had expected to happen today, but it felt… right somehow. For the first time in her life, she felt ready.
Sam tugged Cat's panties down and pulled them off, tossing them away. She had a trimmed triangle of soft brown curls between her legs, and was almost dripping with wetness. Sam fought her urge to just dive down there right away. It was clear she needed a little relief. "Hey," Sam said, tearing her eyes away and looking into Cat's eyes instead. "You okay?"