CHAPTER 34
R ory couldn’t believe that she was straddling another woman’s hips on her own sofa and that that woman was currently kissing her neck while palming a breast over Rory’s tank top. She hadn’t purposefully put on this outfit, if it could even be called that. She’d honestly been out of pajamas, with the exception of a long-sleeved shirt and matching pants that had a hole in the knee. She knew wearing a long-sleeved shirt was out if Logan was sleeping over, and she wanted Logan to sleep over again. Rory had grabbed the tank top and shorts, thinking only of the heat from Logan’s body pressed to hers the night before, but when Logan’s jaw had literally dropped when she entered the room, Rory knew then that if she wanted this, they could have it.
She also understood that it wasn’t just about her. If Logan wasn’t ready, they would wait. She had been dealing with a lot, and Rory didn’t want to pressure her. Rory was ready, though. She was definitely ready to have sex with a woman for the first time and to, hopefully, have an orgasm by someone else’s hand. Her one experience had been very much lacking in that department, but she also wanted it to be with Logan. If Rory had wanted just sex, she could have gotten that any time since she’d realized she was gay. She could have joined an app, like Logan had, or talked to women in bars, in class, or somewhere else on campus. It could’ve happened by now, but Rory had wanted something special for her first time with a woman. She was so glad she had waited.
“Can I take this off?” Logan asked as her other hand was tugging on the hem of Rory’s shirt.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
Rory wasn’t sure if anyone had seen her topless since maybe after high school gym class, and even then, they likely hadn’t seen her without a bra since she’d always done her best to cover up when they’d been forced to change in the locker room. The guy she’d slept with had gotten her shirt off but not her bra because he’d been too eager.
As Logan removed Rory’s shirt, she kissed the skin she uncovered, and it was Rory who had to actually toss it on the floor because Logan’s focus was elsewhere. Her hands were now moving over Rory’s breasts, and her eyes were aimed at them as if she’d never seen breasts before, but Rory knew that wasn’t true.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Logan said reverently.
Rory watched her continue to take her in, and she was a little embarrassed about being topless when Logan was completely clothed, but the way Logan looked at her made her feel like she had no reason to be nervous or embarrassed.
When Logan looked up and met her eyes, she told her, “I’ve never wanted this more. You know that, right?”
Rory nodded, but she hadn’t really known that. She had known Logan hadn’t gotten any real enjoyment out of her encounters with random women, but she’d been in a couple of relationships, and one had been with her best friend, so Rory hadn’t known that for a fact before, but now she did.
Logan’s lips moved back to her neck, but they didn’t stay there long because Logan was kissing her skin all the way down to her collarbone. Things seemed to be speeding up, and before Rory knew it, Logan’s lips were on her breast. She was pulling a nipple into her mouth and sucking. Rory hadn’t known where to put her hands before, but she knew now. Her hands went to the back of Logan’s head and held her in place because this was so good. She didn’t need anything else tonight if she got this for hours.
She moaned loudly, not caring if it was too loud or if she shouldn’t be doing that just for this, and when Logan’s fingers began playing with her other nipple, Rory bit her bottom lip and held on to it. How was she supposed to keep herself together until Logan touched her if Logan kept doing things like this first? Rory needed more. She tugged on the collar of Logan’s shirt until Logan pulled back quickly and lifted it off. Logan had on a sports bra, and Rory could see her nipples peeking out of it.
“Oh, my God,” she said softly.
“Okay?” Logan asked.
“More than okay. Can you take that off, too?”
Logan nodded and removed her bra, revealing her small breasts to Rory for the first time. Rory’s hands just moved to them on their own and didn’t really cup them. She more explored them tentatively with her fingertips and palms while Logan leaned back against the sofa and closed her eyes. Rory realized then that Logan liked what she was doing to her.
“When was the last time someone did this to you?” she asked.
“A long time ago,” Logan replied.
Rory ran a fingertip around Logan’s nipple and watched it harden. She did the same with the other one and decided that tonight shouldn’t just be about this being her first time. She got brave. Maybe for the first time in her life, Rory got brave.
“Logan, can you take your pants off?” she asked.
“Huh?” Logan asked back.
Rory stood up and knelt in front of her, reaching for Logan’s shoes first and taking them off as Logan watched her. Socks were next. Then, she swallowed and reached up for the buttons of Logan’s jeans, which had no zipper on them. She undid the four of them one by one and reached for the pant legs, tugging until Logan got the idea and lifted herself a little. Rory pulled them all the way off and stared at not only the blue boy shorts Logan was wearing but the dark spot between her legs. Logan was wet.
“Oh,” Rory whispered mostly to herself. “God,” she added because she couldn’t keep it in.
When she stood up and held her hand out, Logan took it without words, and Rory walked them to her bedroom. She had no idea what she was doing, but she knew she needed to do it.
“Can you lie down for me?” she asked.
“Um… Okay. But I’m usually… you know.”
“On top?” she guessed with a smile and shoved Logan back onto the bed.
“Well, yeah.”
“Later,” Rory replied.
Logan didn’t argue and shifted until her head hit the pillow. Rory smiled at how she seemed to be awkward there, like she wasn’t fully comfortable with her head against a pillow with another woman in the room. Her eyes finally met Rory’s again, and Rory pulled down her shorts. Logan’s eyes lowered and then moved back to Rory’s, and Rory could see her swallow.
“You…” Logan stopped there.
Rory pulled down her panties and let them land on the floor before she stepped out of them and knelt on the bed. When Logan’s eyes lowered again, Rory’s heart was racing wildly, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to get it back under control. Logan went to reach for her with both hands, but Rory moved until she was hovering over her. She kissed Logan hard, and Logan responded by pulling Rory down into her, pressing her more fully against her body. Rory began kissing Logan’s neck, and Logan moaned.
“I don’t want this to just be about me,” Rory whispered into her ear. “I want you.”
“I want you ,” Logan said.
Rory’s lips moved lower until she had one of those hard nipples in her mouth, and… Yes, gay. She was definitely more than gay. What was more than gay? Was there a specific word that meant that not only did she want women exclusively, but she also only wanted this woman? She sucked as Logan’s hips began to move. Logan was probably used to making those hips do things, and Rory wanted them to do all sorts of things to her later, but now, she just wanted to keep touching Logan. She sucked on Logan’s other nipple, and her hand massaged the other breast, loving the feel of it against her palm.
“Rory, you feel…” Logan paused again, and Rory took that as a good sign.
She moved her lips lower until she was kissing Logan’s stomach, and her hands were on the hem of her boy shorts. Logan gasped. Rory tugged. She shifted until she could pull them off entirely. Then, she stared. Logan was perfect. It was obvious why all those women wanted her, and Rory decided it was time for her to claim Logan as her own. Her gaze was predatory, and she knew it. Logan’s stare told her that she’d noticed, too.
When Rory moved back on top of her, she settled between Logan’s legs and rocked her hips down into her. It wasn’t a slow rocking, either. Rory’s hips hadn’t ever moved like this before, but it was as if they knew what they needed to do while her lips focused on kissing Logan, whose arms were wrapped around her, covering Rory’s ass and pressing her down into her.
“More?” Rory asked as she pulled out of the kiss. “Can you show me?”
She swallowed, but Logan smiled and took her hand to move it between them. Then, Logan moved it between her own folds, and Rory’s forehead pressed to Logan’s.
“You’re so wet,” she said.
“For you,” Logan replied before she brought her hand up to Rory’s ass again.
Rory moved her fingers through Logan’s wetness, and Logan’s eyes closed. Rory wanted this to be good for her. She knew it had been a long time for Logan, and she wanted this to show Logan how much she wanted her, so she did what she liked doing to herself, starting with slow strokes around Logan’s clit. When Logan’s hips jerked, she figured that was something good, so she continued her strokes and looked down, realizing her center had somehow begun gliding over Logan’s thigh without her noticing.
“Rory, don’t stop. I can feel you,” Logan told her.
Rory wasn’t sure whether Logan was referring to what she was doing to her or what her center was doing on her thigh, so she kept up both and stroked a little faster. Logan’s gasp came in short bursts over and over again. Rory took a chance and lowered her fingers, hoping this would be okay. Logan didn’t protest, and it felt as if she’d almost moved a fraction of an inch lower as if to push Rory’s fingers inside herself. Rory looked down and watched as her two fingers disappeared inside Logan.
“Yes,” Logan whispered out.
Rory slid them in farther, but she was tentative, not wanting to do too much too quickly. She pulled her fingers out and pushed them back inside, and Logan’s hips lifted and lowered in response. Logan seemed to like this, so Rory repeated the movement a few more times before Logan’s hand covered her own. Rory worried that she’d done something wrong, but Logan only took Rory’s thumb and pressed it against her hard clit. Rory nodded in understanding and continued her movements. She kissed Logan, but quickly, their kiss grew sloppy, so Rory shifted her lips to Logan’s neck as she continued to rock her own center against Logan’s strong thigh. She could come from this; she knew that. But she also knew that she didn’t want to. Not yet. She wanted Logan to come first and then touch her. She only wanted Logan to be the one to touch her forever.
“I’m…” Logan let out. “Too soon.”
Rory smiled against her neck. She was making Logan come, and it felt so good that Logan thought it was too soon.
“Oh, God!” Logan’s hips jerked a few times.
Rory kept up her thrusts because that was what she was doing now. She was thrusting inside another woman, making her come, and it felt so damn good to be doing this to someone she loved. Her eyes snapped open. Yes, she loved her. She knew it. She might as well just admit it to herself. She continued her hard and fast thrusts until Logan’s hips slowed and stopped, and she slowed her movements then but didn’t stop until Logan’s hand was back on her own again.
Rory moved so she could look down at her when she heard a sniffle.
“I can’t believe…”
“You’re crying,” Rory said, worried.
“I know. I cannot believe I’m doing this right now,” Logan replied, wiping her eyes.
“Did I do something? Did I hurt you?”
“What? No, babe.” Logan sniffled again and lowered her hands from her face. “No, you didn’t hurt me. You might just be helping me heal.”
Rory pressed her forehead back against Logan’s.
“Was it okay?”
“Are you kidding me?” Logan laughed a little. “That was more than okay. God, that was amazing.” She sniffled again.
“I’ll get better. If it’s not what you normally want, I’ll learn.”
Logan laughed a little louder and said, “Rory, you don’t need to get better. You are what I want. That’s it. You. You and me, doing this together. That’s all I want. What you just did was…” Logan pressed her lips to Rory’s and kissed her hard. “God, woman. That was good.”
Rory laughed a little, and Logan used that as a distraction to roll them over until she was on top of her now. Rory looked up as Logan stared down at her while her hand caressed Rory’s cheek. Her thumb pulled on Rory’s bottom lip and released it.
“You topped me,” Logan said.
“Is that bad?”
Logan laughed and replied, “I’m just not sure it’s ever been done before.”
“No?” she asked, running a hand through Logan’s hair.
Logan shook her head and said, “Thank you.”
“For topping you?”
“For knowing exactly what I needed.”
“Oh,” Rory said.
“Now, I’d like to try to give you exactly what you need.”
Then, Logan’s knee moved between her legs, and she spread them in one deft move that Rory wanted to learn. Logan’s lips were everywhere now, but so were her hands, and Rory wasn’t sure how that was possible because she had one mouth and only two hands, but it felt as if Logan had eight hands, and they were all over her body.
When Logan lowered herself between Rory’s legs, Rory didn’t want to get her hopes up, so she didn’t move. She just watched as Logan kissed the inside of her thighs while her hands snaked up to cover Rory’s breasts. Rory wanted it, but she didn’t know how to ask for it. She didn’t know how to voice that no one had ever done that to her, and she wanted it more than anything right now.
Logan met her eyes, and Rory watched her tongue slip out from between her lips before she licked just above Rory’s clit.
“Oh, God,” Rory let out.
“Was I right?” Logan asked.
“Yes. Yes,” she said.
Logan repeated the motion, and Rory held on for dear life. She watched Logan as she used her fingers to spread her folds. Then, she watched as Logan stared at her. Rory tried not to be self-conscious, but no one had ever really looked at her down there with the purpose Logan had at this moment. Logan licked her lips with hunger in her eyes, so Rory swallowed and waited. She watched Logan’s head lower, and then, she felt it. Logan’s tongue licked her already sensitive clit, and Rory closed her eyes.