Chapter 33 Being Honest
BEING HONEST
LOURDES
“This is the… best birthday… ever…” I panted as I looked down at Leah’s mop of somewhat sweaty red hair.
After practically clawing at one another on the drive home and Leah pulling the elevator stop button so we could make out like teenagers after a school dance, things were going well.
Over dinner, she professed her love for me.
So, as much as I worried about getting hurt, I dove in.
I let myself choose happiness. I took a risk—both romantically and professionally—to chase the person I loved most.
“Oh, fuck! Right there,” I moaned, pressing her head deeper into my pussy. “You are such… such a good girl.”
Leah didn’t let up. She ate me out like the absolute champion she always was. Her desire to unwind me and spoil me mercilessly drove me wild. If actions spoke louder than words, her devotion to my pleasure meant we’d be alright.
“Oh, yes! Yes! Oh, fuck!” I screamed, my legs quivering and my mind rocketing off into space. It was a beautiful orgasm, one I couldn’t fight a second longer.
Leah pressed me back on the couch as she climbed on me. “Happy fucking birthday, Lourdes.”
“The best one,” I admitted.
“The best one yet,” Leah said. She kissed down my neck and sucked on my collarbone while grinding against me.
“So my idea…” I panted.
“Yeah?”
“I want to really watch you come again and try to come together. Whatever happened last time… that’s what I want. But this time I want to use a toy if that’s okay with you?”
“Please tell me you have one of those amazing handsfree things,” Leah said. “If not, I am buying you one.”
“I do,” I said. “I used to use it in the shower a lot.”
I hated to admit how often I just needed a release and would avoid Gabe altogether by getting myself off in the shower.
I saw the toy as a mark of shame for months but after the other night, I thought about using it with Leah if the chance ever materialized.
I didn’t worry about a toy offending her. Whatever I needed, Leah willingly gave.
“Okay, I’m game!” Leah declared.
We rushed to the bedroom and got naked. I climbed into bed by Leah, just soaking up her round cheeks and her perfect chin. I noted slight crow’s feet by her eyes—the big green eyes I loved most.
“You’re happy.” I nuzzled her nose.
“I’m so fucking happy.” Leah kissed me, running her hand through my hair.
Our legs tangled as we breathed each other in. I needed to get her off, but loved this feeling—the acceptance, the pure love, and the sweetness that came with moments like these. I could fuck her, but that wasn’t what drew her back. We both longed for the absolute security we got in bed together.
Leah pulled back, slowly biting my lip as she released me. “I want to see you play with your toy first.”
She wanted to deny her orgasm some more. That was a beautiful level of desperation I appreciated in her.
“Oh, I will make you watch.” I rolled over, grabbed the toy, and pressed the safety lock buttons until it purred.
Leah rolled towards me, bracing against my outer thigh.
I popped the toy down on my clit, its suction and turned on the pulsing setting that worked best. Leah kissed my shoulder and played with one of my nipples.
She gyrated her hips against me, her wetness spilling out noticeably. Oral made her famously horny.
“That looks fun,” Leah said.
“It is,” I panted.
She dipped, kissing my nipple, then slowly licking it with the tip of her tongue.
Next, she slowly enveloped it, the suction of her lips made me up the ante with my toy.
I moved it up one setting, increasing the whirring delight it brought.
Leah continued to grind, moaning now with my tit in her pretty pink mouth.
The vibration of her mouth and the toy brought me closer.
She continued to grind, but I slowly intercepted her, turning towards her again and finding her clit. The toy stayed in place by some magic.
Leah came up for air, breath ragged. I wanted her to come as our tongues tangled.
My fingers stretched, slowly rolling into her wet pussy.
She pressed against me and tightened around me.
I slowly ran my fingers over her G-spot.
She whimpered into my mouth. It was so swollen.
She wanted this so badly. How had she not come yet?
I realized she’d delayed her gratification to meet mine.
She wanted that simultaneous orgasm. Leah was chasing a unicorn, but if I followed, I could catch up.
I pulled back and looked at her flushed face, panting, “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you so… so much,” she said breathlessly.
“Tell me you need me like you’ve never needed anyone, Leah.”
She smiled and bit her lip. “I need you more than anything or anyone. Please can I come?”
I didn’t say yes. Instead, her words of devotion made it possible for me to come again in short order. With my fingers deep inside, I felt myself fly over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, Leah. Oh, fuck! Come for me!” I growled. “Come now.”
She grabbed the toy and pressed it harder against me, sending a shockwave down my spine as my hips bucked and I reached climax. It was as if Leah needed something to hold onto.
And with that, we both came. Leah, of course, destroyed my duvet.
Breathlessly, she giggled, “Now, we’re even.”
I turned off the toy and went to fetch a towel.
“Your bed is bigger than mine, darling, so have fun in the wet spot.”
She shot me a fake angry look. “Bring me a towel to at least sit on.”
I did, snapping her in the ass with it before I laid it down. “To be fair, you might want to get the fuck out of here now.”
“What? Why? I want to cuddle,” Leah pouted. “It’s your birth—”
“My birthday. I know, I know. But… that means my parents are in town this weekend and they want to take me out to lunch tomorrow.”
Leah sat up. “Parents love me.”
My parents did not. Leah’s linkage to me had strained my relationship to my mother and caused us to fight more times than not.
“Leah—”
“Lourdes, are we together-together or are you one foot in, one foot out?”
“We’re together. I want this to work,” I sighed. “But my parents will be homophobic. I could bet you money this will go over like a bomb.”
“So let it. Lourdes, don’t stop loving who and what you do. Don’t let them take that from you. And if you are that worried, stay home.”
I shook my head. “I love you, Leah. I just… I want everyone in my life to get along.”
“That’s not how it works,” Leah said. “We’re both old enough to know better.”
“And what if my parents march away from lunch? My Dad wants to support me, but it’s caused him so much trouble with Mum.”
She kissed me sweetly. “Your Mum may be a lost cause. I feel for your dad but just know that if he puts his head up his ass, you have two surrogate dads who will love you like nothing else.”
“Your Dads—”
“Adore you. They will be only too happy for us,” Leah said. “It’s scary. I don’t mean to invalidate you or say I get it. I don’t, but I am here for you. I’m also unwilling to hide myself away in a shame spiral. Do you trust me?”
“I do,” I said.
I wanted to but knew everything could go tits up in an instant.