Chapter 16
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Ginny is too quiet.
Elsie’s heart thumps hard in her chest. Do they regret this morning? Did she ruin their friendship after all?
If Ginny weren’t acting strange, Elsie wouldn’t want to talk about what they’re doing. Whatever it is—it’s great. They have two more days here, and if they could just keep fucking and having fun and not talking about it, Elsie would. That sounds ideal, actually.
Because Elsie doesn’t even know what she wants. What if Ginny wants to date? How shitty of Elsie would that be—to return from what was supposed to be her honeymoon with Derrick with a new partner? How would they even date? They already see more of each other than anyone else.
And what if Ginny doesn’t want to date? Elsie wants to fuck Ginny over and over and over. What if Ginny wants this to be a vacation fling? What if when they get back to Minnesota, this will just be a fun memory? That seems worse.
Maybe she’s reading Ginny wrong, though. Ginny is quiet, their eyes hidden behind their sunglasses, but maybe they’re just enjoying the water. It does feel incredible. Elsie wants to enjoy it. She wants to kiss Ginny again. But what she wants more than anything is for her and her best friend to be okay.
“So, like”—she takes a fortifying breath—“do you wanna talk about this morning?”
Ginny wasn’t moving, but Elsie swears that, somehow, they freeze.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” they say, tone neutral.
“I mean—we don’t have to make it a big deal. Like, friends can fuck,” Elsie says with more bravado than she feels.
“Of course.”
“It was fun, right? You had fun?”
Ginny laughs, and all of Elsie’s body relaxes. “Yeah, Els, I had fun.”
“Me too! So, that can be enough.”
“For sure.”
Friends can fuck, Elsie says, as though she hasn’t avoided even considering the possibility for years now. Every time she was speechless with want, she told herself not to think of Ginny that way. She told herself satisfying her horny itch wasn’t worth risking their friendship. Now she’s out here trying to claim it’s no big deal.
That’s the only explanation that allows her to keep doing it, though, and she definitely wants to keep doing it.
She looks at Ginny—actually looks at them—in a way she’s never allowed herself to before. She doesn’t worry there’s too much desire in her eyes. She can barely see Ginny’s eyes through their sunglasses, but she isn’t imagining the desire in them. It’s there. She knows it’s there, as Ginny stares at her in her yellow string bikini. Ginny keeps staring as Elsie reaches out and traces a water droplet down their neck.
“Why did we go swimming again?” Elsie asks.
“We’re doing what you wanted to,” Ginny says.
“I’m stupid.”
“Hey.” They step closer, sending little ripples against Elsie’s skin. “Don’t talk about my favorite person like that.”
“Kiss me,” Elsie says, and Ginny does. Because Ginny does everything Elsie wants. And even though Ginny said they weren’t allowed to skinny-dip, when Elsie whines that she wants Ginny’s hands on her, it turns out fucking in the ocean is acceptable. It’s hard, though, the water washing away too much of Elsie’s wetness to be fully comfortable. Her legs are wrapped around Ginny’s waist, ankles locked behind their back. Barely enough room for Ginny’s hand between them, but Elsie can’t stand being anything but this close.
She clutches Ginny’s shoulders. “Take me to bed.”
They barely make it all the way back inside. Ginny carries her— carries her —and it’s so hot Elsie rolls her hips, which makes Ginny lurch at the top of the steps.
“Fuck.” Their voice is the bottom of the ocean. Deep and dark and all-encompassing.
Elsie unlocks her ankles to stand on her own two feet—she doesn’t want Ginny to drop her and also she needs to be naked. Now. She strips her top off, then tugs at Ginny’s when they take too long with their own. Once Ginny’s tits come out, though, Elsie abandons the undressing task to Ginny so she can put her mouth on their nipples.
They’re still on the deck. Ginny stumbles backward and Elsie follows, mouth anywhere it can reach. They’re both dripping in more ways than one. Ginny takes her to the shower first, turns the water on hot and strips their soaked bathing suit bottoms off. Elsie pushes Ginny under the spray, then just stares. She can’t believe she gets to look. She can’t believe she gets to do any of this—stepping closer, not caring about water getting in her eyes if it means she can meld her body against the softness of Ginny’s. She can’t believe she hasn’t done it before. Why haven’t they been doing this all along?
Kissing Ginny is heaven. Their tongue is like the rest of them, thick and strong and certain. It brushes Elsie’s bottom lip, curls into her mouth, a wet slide against her own tongue.
“I said take me to bed, ” Elsie murmurs while Ginny kisses her neck.
“Just a little detour.”
They squirt body wash onto a washcloth and take Elsie’s hand.
Oh.
This is an acceptable detour. Ginny’s touch is full of tenderness and promise. They drag the washcloth up Elsie’s arms, over her chest much more thoroughly than necessary for cleanliness, across her stomach, down one leg and back up the other.
Ginny has always been Elsie’s safe space. Nothing could ruin this. Ginny wants her, too. That’s enough. That’s all Elsie needs to know to know they’ll be okay. Ginny makes her feel like she could do anything, like she could take over the world.
Ginny washes between Elsie’s legs, first the front, then behind. They wring out the washcloth before reaching for her center again, nothing but their fingers this time.
They make Elsie come until she can barely stand up anymore.
“Gin, fuck—wait,” Elsie says when they start moving again after she’s come down from her third orgasm. “Take me to bed. I want you to sit on my face.”
Saying it out loud is terrifying but the ragged breath Ginny takes makes it worth it. Ginny saying yes, please makes it worth it. Ginny turning off the water and reaching for towels makes it absolutely worth it.
Neither of them takes the time to dry off fully. Elsie’s wet hair soaks the pillow beneath her head as Ginny puts one knee on the mattress beside it. Their other foot is on the other side of Elsie’s head, holding themself up and open. Elsie breathes in. Ginny smells so fucking good.
“Okay?” they ask.
Elsie responds by licking a stripe up their center.
“Fuck.”
It’s different, to have Ginny’s cunt above her face like this. She could drown in them, could suffocate, and she’d die happy. Their lips are soft and thick. If Elsie thought too hard, she’d still worry she wasn’t good at this, but with Ginny’s hips rolling above her, she can’t think. All she can do is lick and suck and let her hands wander, squeezing Ginny’s ass, digging fingers into their thighs, pulling them closer and harder onto her mouth.
As soon as Ginny comes, shaking and moaning and making Elsie so wet she can feel it on her thighs, they move off of her and fall hard to the mattress.
“Fuck,” they gasp. “My legs were about to give out.”
Elsie giggles and kisses them, face messy. Ginny groans.
“Thank you, Gin,” Elsie whispers. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” Ginny says. After some more kissing and heavy breathing, they nudge to suck under Elsie’s jaw. “What do you want?”
“ You. ” It’s as much as Elsie can come up with.
“You got me.” Ginny breathes the words into Elsie’s ear, sending a full-body tremor through her. “Now how do you want to come?”
It’s always easier to tell Ginny what she wants to do to them rather than what she wants them to do to her. “Your mouth?”
“Is that a question?”
“You’re so annoying.” Elsie doesn’t mean it for one second.
“So you don’t want my mouth?”
“Did I say that?”
Oh fuck. Ginny’s teeth are on Elsie’s neck, only for a moment, but long enough to make Elsie’s body shake.
“Do that again.”
Ginny does.
“Work your way down my body like that.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ginny stays at her neck, at first. They bite hard enough Elsie’s going to have to wear coverup for a week. It’s worth it. Their mouth on her nipples almost makes her come right there. They lick down her stomach, dig their teeth into her hips. Elsie’s so fucking ready. But then Ginny keeps going down, almost all the way to Elsie’s knee.
“Ginnifer,” Elsie admonishes.
“What?” Ginny is a picture of wide-eyed faux innocence, except for how their mouth is swollen from its work on Elsie’s skin. “You said to work my way down.”
“To my cunt,” Elsie says. It might be the first time she’s ever said that word. It feels fucking amazing. As does Ginny’s tongue, when they stop being dense and drag it between Elsie’s lips. “Fuck.”
Ginny’s tongue dips inside of her, then laps upward, ends with a swirl around her clit. They do it again. And again. And again. Elsie rolls her hips and it makes Ginny’s tongue touch her lower, for a split second. Not low low, but.
Derrick liked Elsie on top of him, but more often than not, it was him on top, or occasionally behind her. That was about as adventurous as they got. She’s never even considered having a tongue on her… her…
It feels dirty to think about, even though she knows that’s society’s fault. Jesus, she can’t think this through right now. Not with Ginny’s head between her legs. She can’t think of shame or societal constructs or anything other than how good this feels. She rolls her hips again, gets Ginny’s tongue a little lower still. The next time she tries, Ginny’s ready for it, and holds back, doesn’t give Elsie what she wants.
Elsie is going to have to ask.
“Ginny.” She drags out the end of their name.
Ginny keeps their lips on Elsie, so when they respond, Elsie feels it more than she hears it. “Something you wanted?”
She has to ask. Ginny won’t do anything unless she asks.
“Please,” she says anyway.
“Please what, Els?”
Finally, Ginny takes their mouth fully off her, and Elsie can think again.
What if it’s too much? What if they don’t want to? Is it, like, coercion to ask for a sexual act they haven’t talked about before while Ginny says she can have whatever she wants?
Ginny’s always been able to read her mind. “Els. There’s nothing I don’t want to do to you.”
Elsie swallows. “Nothing?”
Ginny shakes their head.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Elsie looks at the mosquito net draped over the bedposts above them, but that’s not enough—she closes her eyes completely.
It comes out all one word instead of as a sentence. “Willyoulickmyasshole?”
“What was that? You’re not looking at me and you said it so fast I’m not sure I understood.”
“No,” Elsie snaps, but she does look down at them. “That’s not fair. There wasn’t a rule that I had to say it slowly or look at you while I say it. I’m supposed to get what I want as long as I ask, and I want your tongue on my asshole and— Oh, fuck. ”
Elsie slams her eyes closed again.
Ginny’s tongue is low low now. Ginny’s tongue is perfect. Elsie pounds her fist against the mattress beside her.
“Jesus Christ. ”
Any thought of this being dirty or wrong or something Ginny might not want to do—it’s all out the window. Everything is out the window, nothing in Elsie’s brain except yes. Elsie doesn’t know what Ginny’s doing, because she has exactly zero experience with rimming, but holy shit, whatever it is, it’s working. Elsie feels like a million nerve endings, like fireworks, like a whole house of winter lights all lit up, everything glowing and sparkly and beautiful.
“Oh fuck.”
Elsie’s hips come full off the bed. Ginny’s thumb has found her clit. It’s almost too much, overstimulation even while it’s also the best Elsie has ever felt in her entire fucking life.
“I don’t—I don’t know—”
“Don’t know what, Els?”
“ Put your mouth back on me. ”
Okay so maybe it’s not too much.
Elsie doesn’t even want to come. She wants to keep doing this forever, wants to never ever let go of this feeling. Everything in her body coiling tight.
Her orgasm is a tidal wave. It’s the entire ocean. She floats in it, gets rocked back and forth and back again. Her mind feels too small to comprehend its vast endlessness.
When Elsie finally comes down, she is boneless. Limbs like wet noodles. She wants to do that to Ginny. She’s never really even considered butt stuff before, but Jesus, she wants to do that to Ginny. As soon as her bones resolidify.
Before she can express that, though, Ginny clears their throat. Elsie looks at them.
“So, uh.” They scratch the back of their head. “We maybe should talk safe words? Probably already should’ve, but especially if we’re doing, like, uncharted territory?”
Right. Safe words are a thing. Elsie’s never needed them—as established, she and Derrick weren’t exactly adventurous.
“Right, yeah, they’re supposed to be something we wouldn’t normally say, right?” She sounds so stupid, Jesus Christ. She barrels on. “So, like, mom or dad, or one of my siblings’ names?”
Any of those would work as a safe word, because Elsie absolutely does not want to be thinking of her family while she’s having sex.
“Uh.” Ginny doesn’t make eye contact. “Mommy and daddy are not always uncommon words during sex.”
Elsie’s face flushes.
“But yeah, I’ve found traffic-light safe words are the easiest,” Ginny says so Elsie doesn’t have to die from embarrassment. “Green means go, yellow means slow, red means no.”
Imagine if Elsie had kept her mouth shut and let Ginny talk. That makes so much more sense than mom.
Whatever. It’s fine. She is powering through this.
“So, if I said I wanted to do to you what you just did to me, what color would you give me?”
Ginny weighs it for a moment. “Yellow-green?” Another pause. “I’ve never done that before.”
It feels special, somehow, to be the first person to do this to Ginny, the only person who has ever done it. At the same time, Elsie knows that’s not what makes this special. It’s not the exclusivity; it’s that it’s Ginny.
She shutters that thought. This is whatever it is, and it’s enough. Ginny is important, obviously. They’re special, but that’s as far as Elsie lets her mind go.
“Yellow-green,” Elsie repeats. “So, go slow?”
“Well…” Ginny looks at her. “With anyone else it’d be yellow-green, but just green with you. I trust you.”
Elsie preens, but only for a moment. “Okay then. Face down, ass up.”
Ginny bursts out laughing, but they do what they’re told.
Ginny has a really great butt. It’s wide and round and dimpled. Elsie slaps it, gently, just to see it jiggle.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“We played on a softball team together,” Ginny says. “You’ve definitely smacked my ass before.”
“Not while it was naked.”
They look over their shoulder, arching an eyebrow. “You been thinking about my naked ass a lot?”
“Like, all the time.” Elsie hits it again. “I’ve also wanted to do this.”
She digs her teeth into Ginny’s cheek. The softness, the way it gives—Elsie hasn’t actually been thinking of their ass all the time, but it’s even better than she’d ever imagined. She sucks the flesh into her mouth.
“Is this okay?”
Ginny mmhmm s, and Elsie pulls back.
“Not just because I want to,” she says. “Do you want me to?”
“God, Elsie, yes.”
Elsie never in her life would’ve thought she’d love putting her tongue on someone’s asshole, but holy shit. The way Ginny gasps. Like it’s the best thing they’ve ever felt.
Ginny groans. “Jesus, your tongue is perfect.”
Elsie’s brain goes haywire at the praise. She licks harder. Faster. The noises Ginny makes hit Elsie right in the clit. Is it possible to come from making someone else come?
Elsie takes a breath. This isn’t about her. She slows down, focuses on Ginny’s reactions rather than the slick between her own legs. Ginny had touched Elsie’s clit while they did this, but this position makes that difficult.
“Rub your clit,” Elsie says.
Ginny snakes a hand under their body and Elsie gets her tongue back on them. Ginny’s next moan is even sweeter than the last. Elsie refuses to take her tongue off Ginny again, not until they come. It doesn’t take long—Elsie licks at that tight hole, and Ginny rubs their clit, and before long, they’re burying their face in a pillow to scream.
“I am a puddle of blissed-out goo,” Ginny says when Elsie returns from brushing her teeth.
Elsie knows the feeling. She teases Ginny anyway. “I was unaware goo could be blissed out.”
“This is perhaps the first evidence of such,” Ginny says, their eyes still closed. “You should probably write a scientific paper about it. Though I don’t know that I want you to publish your methods for people to replicate.”
Elsie doesn’t even know if that’s a thing—she never was very good in science class. She wants to replicate it, though—giving and receiving, both. She climbs back in bed and lies beside her best friend.
There’s no sound but the ocean lapping gently at the deck and Ginny’s still slightly labored breathing. Elsie swallows. It’s awkward now, suddenly. The bungalow is mostly open-air, but somehow it feels like the walls are closing in. When they’re actively fucking, it’s easy not to think about the repercussions. It feels so normal with Ginny. It’s amazing and mind-blowing and so hot Elsie can barely breathe, and somehow it’s also just… normal. Ginny is still her best friend, like always.
It’s not until they’re out of the moment that Elsie starts to worry. She’s the one who said friends could fuck. She’s the one who said it didn’t have to be a big deal. But how could this possibly not be a big deal?
They should talk about it.
“I need a nap!” Elsie announces.
They sleep instead.