10. The Motions
The Motions
BETTY
Kissing Mary was even better than I remembered.
The sexual chemistry was nothing I’d felt in years.
I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t resist the urge to let her have every inch of me—even if I had no idea what that would look like.
I had a momentary panic as she pulled off my shirt because I didn’t know what to expect.
Do I tell her? And will it freak her out?
“What?” Mary noted my expression.
“I just… it’s been a long time,” I lied. “I… I hope I’m not a grave disappointment, okay?”
I opted for the middle way. I didn’t owe her a disclosure that I’d never done this with a woman. And I certainly didn’t volunteer information about how long it had been since my last encounter in the barn office.
“Same,” Mary agreed. “And… I am sure you won’t be. You’re gorgeous.”
While the desire bubbled, she appeared patient. My confidence restored, I pulled on her shirt. She tossed it aside and kissed my neck. Shivers filtered down my spine as her hands worked their way to my breasts. She thumbed my nipples through my bra.
“You have great tits!” She laughed.
“I could say the same,” I panted.
Sensing I was hesitant, Mary pulled her bralette over her head and lifted my left hand to her breast. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, and she let out a low moan. The sound only encouraged me. I realized it might be slightly different, but the goal was the same. I wanted to get her off.
“Take your jeans off,” she whispered.
I obeyed her words and she followed suit. We kissed again as I fumbled to toss my bra. She led me back to bed. I climbed in and rolled sideways, facing her in a quiet moment.
Mary brushed my cheek tenderly. “I regretted not getting your number for ages.”
“I regretted not giving it to you.” I pulled her into another kiss.
She pulled back. “You showing up tonight was perfect.”
I blushed. “I may have called in a favor.”
“I know. Our manager said so.”
“Is that… too desperate?” I ran my fingers through her hair.
“More desperate than bringing a girl home like this?” Mary asked.
I giggled. “I wouldn’t call that desperate. I’d call it clever.”
Mary’s hands ran to the waistband of my underwear.
I bucked my hips towards her, as if urging her on.
She kissed me again, this time pressing me onto the bed.
I shivered as her hand ran down into my panties.
To this point, I hadn’t wondered what I should do.
Did I touch her? Did I just let her pleasure me? I didn’t know the protocol.
“You’re really wet,” Mary kissed my neck.
“I… I want this,” I panted.
“Good. I’m not complaining. Take these off.”
I slipped out of my panties. Mary tossed them off the bed, the went back to work, her fingers circling my clit as it grew more swollen.
I didn’t have time to panic or worry about whether she was aware of my inexperience because she was too focused on getting me off.
Relief overcame me with every touch. This was the least awkward hookup I ever had.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “Yes.”
“You’re gorgeous,” Mary whispered, lowering her face to kiss my nipples.
I ran my hand through her hair, gripping the roots to show her how much I loved the feeling. As much as I wanted her touch, I also wanted to be adored.
When she slipped two fingers slowly inside me, I threw my head back. She looked up with a sly smile.
“That’s amazing,” I said.
“Good.” Mary faced me, kissing me as my breath picked up.
I got brave, playing with her nipples, then ran my hand down to her hips. I tried to do what she’d done, slowly sliding my hand into her panties, then pulling back to see her expression. Focusing on her only made the feelings of her fingers slipping inside feel fuller, louder, more colorful.
“Mer,” she begged. More.
I nodded, slipping two fingers inside. She thrust faster. I kissed Mary again, soaking up the feeling of pleasing her while she brought me to the edge. It was overwhelming in the best way. I never tried this with anyone. The feeling of connection flooded me with oxytocin.
“God, yes,” I moaned. “I’m gonna… oh fuck!”
I came, pulling my fingers out of her pussy long enough to press her fingers deep inside me as I pulsed around them. My orgasm was deep, full, all-encompassing. I refocused, my eyes landing back on hers. I expected Mary would want the same as she just gave, but there were other plans.
She kissed her way down my neck, then torso, and gently parted my legs.
Torturously, she slowly pulled my legs over her shoulders and without a word, she slowly and gently licked my swollen clit.
I threw my head back and once more laced one hand through her hair, the other gripping the pillow behind me for dear life.
“Oh my God!” I screamed. “Fuck! That is good.”
She looked up. “I’m just getting started.”
“Shouldn’t I—”
“No. I want to worship you right now,” Mary said. “To taste every bit of you. Is that alright?”
I nodded, slack jawed. Worship me. Who could argue with that? Not only did I love this praise, I trusted her. I wasn’t a novice. I was a fucking delight.
“Please,” I squeaked.
My body still heavy from my first climax, I felt as though I lay on velvet.
As her tongue again worked my clit, I was helpless to do more than enjoy the ride.
Vibrating with need, I rocked my hips towards Mary’s face, giving into pleasure.
She unselfishly went down on me. I’d never had anyone say such beautiful things to me during such a moment.
She craved me as much as I needed this feeling of fullness.
“Oh, yes, please!” I said in her mother tongue.
Please. My high school Swedish came in handy for the first time in years.
Mary worked away like it was her job. I forgot anything about this was new.
In a way, I imagined this reality in my head for years after that night in a bar.
I saw colors I never saw before as I came, her face pressed tight against me.
The fantasy didn’t compare to the reality.
Mary returned to my line of sight, tossing her panties aside and returned to me as I recovered from what she gave me. She straddled my right leg and leaned down to kiss me deep as ever. I felt her wetness on my hip and realized the gratification I brought in this process.
“I want to get you off,” I panted.
“You’re about to,” she breathed deep and kissed me once more.
As she ground against me, we crossed another bridge Mary didn’t realize I was clueless about.
It never occurred one could get off this way, but it brought her pleasure all the same.
My body—not my hands or my face—was the perfect assist. Moreover, it allowed me a beautiful vantage point to view her as she came alive.
The feeling of her desperate need to get off, coupled with her moans was beyond hot.
I played with her nipple and listened to her undoing.
Gone was my focus on my own pleasure. Mary’s demands took over and I lived to watch her come.
Finally, Mary braced against me and let out a low growl, “Oh, yes!”
“Did you?” I gasped.
She kissed me and panted, “Oh, fuck yes.”
I was still catching my breath as Mary rolled beside me.
I once more felt the urge to tell her that was a first for me, but I didn’t dare.
I wouldn’t ruin the moment. She kissed my collarbone and pulled me towards her.
I didn’t want to end this. I knew I should go home, but it felt like it might cheapen what this was.
The moment wasn’t about getting off. It was some sort of five-years-denied connection I couldn’t fight.
I drifted off in Mary’s arms feeling I’d unlocked something beaten down within me for a very long time. As I breathed her in, I realized there was no part of me that wanted to run. It wasn’t scary. It was my truth and it was terrifyingly easy to want this.