Chapter Nine #3
“You have nothing to apologize for, you’re perfect.”
Avery laughed at that.
“I’m perfect? Sure, okay.”
Taylor smiled and touched her softly on the cheek. She wasn’t laughing anymore.
“Of course you are.”
She leaned forward and kissed Avery. When their lips came together, Avery almost sighed in relief. She knew that’s what they were coming back to her apartment for, but she’d made the first move at several points that night, including kissing Taylor first. She just couldn’t do it one more time. This time she needed Taylor to do it, she was ready for Taylor to take back a little bit of the control, and thank God she did.
Holy shit, could this woman kiss. If Avery had been doubtful in any way of how and why Taylor was such a magnet for women, just one kiss would have cleared it all up. But she quickly discovered that being kissed by Taylor standing up on the street was a very different experience from being kissed by Taylor sitting down on the couch in her apartment. It wasn’t just about lips or tongues, rather a full-body experience.
She shifted in Taylor’s arms and then pulled her closer, so they were snug there together on her very comfortable new couch. She lifted her fingers to Taylor’s hair and caressed that stubble at the side of her head. Taylor smiled against her mouth.
“You could tell I liked that, couldn’t you?” Taylor murmured. “You’re very perceptive, you know.”
Avery kissed her cheek.
“You’re going to turn my head with these compliments. ‘Perfect,’ ‘perceptive,’ ‘gorgeous,’ and those are just compliments you’ve given me tonight. I’m going to get conceited.”
Taylor lifted a finger and traced the outline of her lips.
“Your head could use a little turning, as far as I’m concerned,” Taylor said. “You deserve to be far more conceited than you are. But you’ve come to the right place; I can get you there. Because I meant every word. And a lot more that you’ll probably hear shortly.”
Avery didn’t really believe Taylor’s compliments, but she believed that Taylor meant them, which was almost as good. Maybe that was one of the secrets to Taylor’s magnetism: she gave lavish compliments—and she meant them all. With her, it wasn’t bullshit. Avery knew that; Taylor wasn’t the type of person who was fake about that kind of thing.
Taylor brushed her hair gently to the side and moved her lips down to Avery’s neck. Avery sighed softly and leaned her head back.
“I love the way you do that,” she said.
Taylor slid her tongue in circles.
“I can tell.”
In all the times that Avery had fantasized about making out with Taylor—and there had been an embarrassing amount of them at this point—she’d always pictured Taylor just like this in her head: sexy, commanding, sure of herself. So none of that was a surprise. What was a surprise to her, though, was her own reaction. She would have assumed she’d be awkward, fumbling, uncertain, but it wasn’t like that tonight. She wasn’t like that tonight. Maybe it was because of the work she and Taylor had been doing with the flirting lessons this summer, or maybe it was about Taylor herself; it was probably some combination of both. Tonight, with Taylor, she felt comfortable, relaxed, and very, very turned on.
She was maybe a little too in her own head, but what else was new?
She should try to do something about that.
She remembered something that Taylor had told her on the way to their first flirting lesson: people generally like to be flirted with the same way that they flirt. And then she’d laughed and said that was true for other things, too. As much as she was enjoying the way Taylor touched her, it was time to see if Taylor was right about that as well.
She pulled Taylor back up to her mouth and kissed her again, a little harder than she’d been kissing her before, in the way she’d noticed Taylor doing when she’d kissed her neck. Taylor sighed softly, so Avery increased the pressure, and let her hands roam up and down Taylor’s body. Taylor was so warm and soft in her arms, and God, she smelled so good, like some sort of rich brandy, and it made Avery just want to lick her.
So that’s exactly what she did. She moved her way down to Taylor’s neck, first kissing her on her collarbone, and then tracing a thin line with her tongue back up to Taylor’s lips. Then she kissed and sucked her way back down to Taylor’s collarbone in the same way Taylor had done to her earlier. Taylor’s fluttering lashes and gentle sighs as Avery did this were the same reaction she’d had outside the Barrel, when Avery had stroked her hair. Yes, she definitely liked being kissed the way that she kissed Avery.
God, it felt good to know that Taylor’s reactions—including those hard points of her nipples that Avery could see through her thin tank top—were all due to something she was doing. It felt incredible, actually.
Taylor must have seen—or felt—Avery looking at her nipples. Taylor’s hands moved up her body, and her thumbs brushed against Avery’s hard nipples in a way that felt so good that she jumped, and then giggled. Taylor smirked and did it again.
“It feels so good to finally get to touch these,” Taylor said.
“Finally?” Avery asked. She was a little embarrassed at how breathy her voice sounded, but Taylor didn’t laugh at her. Then, Taylor never would.
Taylor brushed her lips softly against Avery’s.
“Of course finally, you ridiculous, hot, silly woman.” She let out her low chuckle. “Come on, I know you saw me staring at your boobs tonight, you can’t even pretend that you didn’t.”
Well, yes, Avery had noticed that. She smiled.
“I mean yes, tonight, but…”
Taylor rolled her eyes as she flicked her thumb back and forth across Avery’s nipple, causing incredible sensations throughout her body, and a delicious jolt between her legs.
“Hmmm, did you notice me looking at your boobs on Tuesday night, when I complimented you on that button you left unbuttoned? Or last week, at the bar, when I told you how good you looked in that dress? Or when we went to the dance class, when I looked you up and down when we got out of the car and said you interpreted my what-to-wear instructions perfectly, or…”
Avery leaned forward and kissed her.
“Okay, okay, I noticed those other times, too, but I just thought you were complimenting me on how well I dressed for each occasion. And that you were trying to boost my confidence.”
Taylor bent down and kissed Avery right above the V of her neckline.
“Mmm, yes, that was a lovely side effect. But mostly it was because every time I saw you showing off those boobs of yours, I wanted to do this.” She hooked her finger around the strap of Avery’s dress and tugged it off her shoulder, and then pushed the top of her dress on that side down enough so that Avery’s red lace–clad breast was revealed. A hungry smile spread across her face. She reached toward Avery’s bra, then stopped.
“This is okay, isn’t it?” she asked softly. “You know, don’t you, that if anything isn’t okay, you just have to say the word?”
Avery nodded.
“Yeah.” She nodded again. “I mean, yeah, I know that. And yeah, it’s okay. More than okay.” She put her hand on Taylor’s. “Please.”
Taylor grinned at her.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” She traced the edges of Avery’s bra with her index finger gently, almost reverently, before sliding her finger underneath the edge of it. She stroked the skin right there at first, and then slowly lowered her lips to be where her finger had been. Avery let out a deep sigh when her lips finally landed there. Then Taylor pushed Avery’s bra strap off her shoulder, and tugged the lace of her bra down, down.
“Ah, there we are,” Taylor said when she stopped. Her thumb stroked Avery’s bare nipple, at last. “So beautiful.”
The combination of the way Taylor touched her, of that aroused, intent look on her face, and that deep, almost hoarse tone in her voice, made Avery let out a low moan.
“That just…it feels so good,” she said to Taylor, a little embarrassed. She never made noises like this, especially not this early. But Taylor smiled at her.
“Good,” she said. “I was hoping it did.” Then her eyes locked onto Avery’s. “I always want you to tell me when something feels good. And I especially want you to tell me if something ever doesn’t feel good.”
Avery nodded, though she couldn’t imagine anything Taylor could do to her that wouldn’t feel good.
“You make it easy to tell you,” she said.
Taylor touched her cheek, and the expression in her eyes softened.
“Thank you,” she said. “That’s a really big compliment, especially coming from you.”
She moved down Avery’s body. They were now half sitting, half lying on the couch, and Taylor swung her legs up onto it, pushing Avery’s legs up in the process.
“There,” she said. “Now, isn’t that more comfortable?” They lay next to each other, Avery’s hand resting on Taylor’s hip, Taylor’s thumb and forefinger gently flicking and squeezing Avery’s nipple, their eyes intent on each other’s.
“Mm. Yes.” Avery arched her back and leaned to the side. “That feels fucking incredible, I hope you know.”
Taylor chuckled again.
“I do know. But I really like it when you tell me.”
Avery looked at Taylor, really looked at her for a moment, and almost had to pinch herself. She was actually doing this. She was here on her couch, making out with a woman who was attracted to her and whom she was very attracted to. And not just any woman, but Taylor Cameron, who she’d thought was hot from the first moment she’d seen her.
Taylor moved down her body, her eyes on Avery’s the whole time. Avery had an idea of what she was about to do, but as soon as Taylor’s tongue reached out and touched her nipple, she knew she hadn’t been prepared for how good this was going to be. What was it about Taylor’s tongue that made her whole body react like this?
“Oh…wow,” was all she could say. Taylor just chuckled softly, and sucked Avery’s nipple completely into her mouth.
When she’d had sex with men in the past, they’d always made a big deal of her boobs, too, but they hadn’t made her feel like this about them. They’d spent a few minutes clumsily groping them, if that, and then moved on to the main event (taking their pants off and pulling their dicks out). And she’d had to pretend that she enjoyed that.
They hadn’t caressed them like this, kissed them like this, sucked them like this, they hadn’t made her feel like she was a goddess and her boobs were a part of her body to be worshipped. But that’s how Taylor made her feel.
As Taylor kissed and sucked one breast, she squeezed the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and Avery didn’t have to pretend at all. All she had to do was enjoy the hell out of this.
After a while, Taylor pulled back slightly and reached for the hem of Avery’s dress.
“Can this come off?”
Everything in Avery froze up. She stared at Taylor, unable to say anything.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t realized what might happen when they’d come back to her place. She’d thought she was prepared for it. She was even excited about it! But being prepared for it and excited about it in the abstract was very different from realizing that she was about to have sex with a woman for the first time.
“Avery?” Taylor pulled back and sat up. “Is something wrong?”
Avery reached for her hand before Taylor could pull away completely.
“No,” Avery said. “Nothing’s wrong. It isn’t. It’s just that, um…I’ve never done this before.”
Taylor nodded.
“I sort of figured that,” she said. “If you’re not ready—”
Avery shook her head.
“That’s not it. I’m ready. I want to. But, um, I don’t really know what I’m doing. And you—you do.”
Taylor leaned forward and kissed her.
“It’s okay,” she said. “We’ll figure it out together. You tell me what you like, what feels good to you, I’ll tell you what I like, what feels good to me, and we’ll go from there. We’ll just have fun figuring it out. Okay?”
How did Taylor always know the perfect thing to say? That’s why Taylor was Taylor, probably.
“Okay,” Avery said. The relief at Taylor’s words was probably all over her face, but she didn’t care. She took a deep breath. Then she stood up, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it over her head. Then she unhooked her bra, and pulled that off for good measure.
Taylor stood up, too, and reached for her, but Avery shook her head. She marshaled her courage again and put a hand on Taylor’s belt.
“Um, you, too,” she said, looking at Taylor, who still had all of her clothes on.
A smile spread across Taylor’s face.
“I thought you’d never ask.” She looked down at Avery’s hand on her belt. “Will you? Please?”
Avery’s fingers fumbled as she unhooked Taylor’s belt, but she got it open. And then, because Taylor didn’t move to do it herself, she put her hand on the waistband of Taylor’s jeans.
“Can I?” she asked.
Taylor’s eyes were on Avery’s hands.
“Please,” she said again.
Avery unbuttoned and unzipped Taylor’s jeans, and pushed them down her body. It felt so intimate, undressing her like this. Slowly, carefully, bit by bit, not rushing through it, getting to see every part of Taylor’s body revealed to her.
Taylor stepped out of her jeans, then Avery took hold of the hem of her tank top. Taylor kissed her again, before she could pull it off, and raised her arms above her head. Avery took the hint, pulled Taylor’s tank top off, and dropped it on the couch. She looked at Taylor, almost in awe. She’d seen other women’s bodies, obviously, hundreds of them, in changing rooms and locker rooms and at beaches and pools. But this felt different. Taylor was revealing her body to her in a way that was just for her, and it felt wonderful.
Avery stepped closer to Taylor and reached around her body for the clasp of her bra. She worried that she would fumble with that, too, since she’d never done that for another woman, not like this. But luckily, she’d taken her own bra off so many thousands of times in her life that even though this felt so momentous, she had no trouble.
She dropped Taylor’s bra to the floor, and there they stood, both naked except for their underwear. Avery looked at Taylor: her heavy breasts; her round, soft belly; her wide hips; her tan lines right down the middle of her shoulder from those ubiquitous sleeveless tops. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
“You are so amazing,” Avery said. In response, Taylor cupped Avery’s face with her hands and kissed her.
That kiss made the tension leave Avery’s body. All throughout undressing Taylor, she’d still worried that, despite what Taylor had said, despite how much she herself was enjoying this, that she would do something wrong, something Taylor wouldn’t like, something that would make her not enjoy this anymore. But Taylor’s kiss was even hotter than before. After a few seconds, her hands moved down Avery’s body, to her breasts, her hips, her butt. And that gave Avery permission to do what she’d wanted to do all night—all summer, really. She moved her hands up Taylor’s body and cupped Taylor’s breasts.
Taylor kissed her harder, so she let her fingers brush over Taylor’s nipples. For a while, she just played with them—experimenting with what she liked, figuring out what Taylor liked. She rolled them between her fingers, circled them with one finger, then two, pinched them softly, then harder. When she did that, Taylor backed her up against the couch.
“We’re going to have to sit back down if you’re going to do that,” she said.
Avery laughed and sat down on the couch, pulling Taylor down onto her lap. Taylor repositioned herself so she was straddling Avery.
“Aren’t you getting bold,” she said. She kissed Avery again. “I like it. A lot.”
Maybe it was because Taylor had said to have fun with this, but Avery was having a lot of fun exploring Taylor’s breasts, even more than she expected to. They were bigger than hers, and fuller; one nipple pointed up and one pointed down, in a way that Avery found deeply charming. Her areolae and nipples were big, and dark brown against her light brown skin. She clearly enjoyed being touched there, too, which was good, because Avery felt like she could touch them, kiss them, lick them for hours.
Once they were back on the couch, everything moved a lot faster. Their hands were everywhere; their lips and tongues followed suit. Avery forgot to be anxious about whether she was doing the right thing, and let herself relax into this. They stopped talking, and communicated by sighs, moans, pauses, raised eyebrows, more kisses. Taylor pulled Avery’s head up to hers so she could kiss her and play with her breasts, then Avery grabbed Taylor’s ass and pulled her closer. Taylor chuckled and moved her hips slowly against Avery’s, then faster.
“Holy shit, Taylor,” Avery either thought or said, she wasn’t sure which. In response to either her statement or the look on her face, Taylor moved her hand down in between them, and slid a finger underneath the red lace of Avery’s underwear. She paused, but Avery didn’t wait for her to ask the question.
“Yes,” she said in Taylor’s ear. “Please.”
Taylor leaned forward, sucked Avery’s tongue into her mouth, and at the same time, slid a finger inside of her. Avery opened her legs wider, and moved against Taylor’s hand, almost without meaning to.
Taylor moved slowly at first; Avery couldn’t tell if she was trying to slow things down, or if she was just exploring Avery and how she felt, what she liked and what she really liked, in the same way Avery had done earlier. Either way, this all felt so good she was in a daze. But after a while, Taylor slid off her lap and knelt in front of her on the floor.
“As gorgeous as these are, they need to come off for me to do this properly,” she said, her fingers on the thin lace on the sides of Avery’s underwear. Avery lifted her hips, and Taylor pulled them off and tossed them on the floor. She pushed Avery’s legs open and smiled up at her.
“Now,” she said. Avery felt a flash of anxiety. Did she smell okay? Was she too wet? Not wet enough? Did she have too much hair down there? Not enough? But she didn’t have a lot of time to worry, because almost immediately, Taylor’s mouth was on her, and Taylor’s fingers were inside of her. And then all she could do was tangle her fingers in Taylor’s hair, open her legs wide, and lean backward against her couch cushions. Holy fuck, that felt good.
After a few moments of pure bliss, Taylor shifted her position, just a little, and her tongue and fingers moved faster, and Avery could feel everything in herself build. She gripped Taylor’s hair harder, and Taylor went faster, and then even faster, until Avery’s whole body shook, and all she could do was hold on to this feeling, this magic, this peak, for as long as possible. She gasped once, twice, then fell back against the couch, breathing hard.
Taylor sat next to her, and Avery pulled her into her arms.
“Wow, I…that was…oh God.”
Taylor laughed softly and kissed her neck.
“Good.”
They lay there together for a few minutes until Avery stood up and pulled Taylor up along with her.
“Come into my bedroom so I can return the favor?” she asked. “You know how I feel about extra credit.”
Taylor grinned at her.
“Who am I to deny you your chance for an A-plus?”