Chapter 14 Gina
Gina
The instant my lips touched Kimberly’s my entire body seemed to relax, as if I’d been frozen in place for way too long and could finally let go. I looped my arms over her shoulders, pulling her close as our tongues tangled, fighting for control. I loved it.
I’d always tended to be passive in bed, enough so that some of my previous lovers had teased me that I was a pillow princess, but with Kimberly, I’d always felt more confident.
Able to express my needs. I didn’t obsess about how I looked naked or how fresh my breath was.
It was like my overwhelming need for her made everything else disappear.
With our shared history and my hard-earned self-confidence, I wasn’t afraid to take what I needed. I shoved her backwards so I could straddle her lap, my mouth fused with hers the entire time. Her hands went to my ass, grinding me against her in a way that made my heart thunder in my chest.
I was about ten seconds away from losing control when I pulled back just enough to see her face. Kimberly’s expression was almost shell-shocked, like she couldn’t figure out how we’d gone from talking about being friends to making out on the couch.
“How you feel about friends with benefits?” I panted.
Kimberly’s hand snaked up between us, palming my breast and giving it a firm squeeze that even through the fabric of my shirt and bra felt like a brand. A rush of arousal flooded my core, making my panties damp.
“How would that work?” she asked.
“No sleepovers. No expectations. No emotions.”
“Can you do that?” she asked, looking the tiniest bit skeptical.
“Sure,” I said, not totally sure myself, but unwilling to stop what we were doing. “Our friendship comes first, and we hang out as friends, but if either of us is feeling… uh, needy then we have the option to request benefits with no hard feelings if the other person isn’t into it.”
“Benefits,” she said loudly. “I could use some benefits right now.”
I would have laughed at her eager tone if I wasn’t too horny to think right now.
“Me too. Let’s go.”
I slid off her lap and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the bedroom.
“Wow, it looks nice in here.”
I glanced around, remembering my old set-up which involved an ancient Ikea bed with milk crates as tables on either side.
About a year after we broke up I’d redone the room, painting the boring white walls a soft gold color and adding a gold accented floor rug that covered up most of the battered hardwood floor.
I’d purchased my first brand new bed, one with a wrought iron headboard and a thick comfortable mattress, as well as two side tables, a matching dresser, and a big, comfy reading chair that I’d positioned by the window.
It was a warm and welcoming space now. One thing I’d learned in therapy was that I didn’t have to live like a poor college student reliant on furniture that I picked up on the side of the road.
As my self-respect increased, I wanted nice things for myself.
I started to believe that I deserved nice things, including a neat and comfortable apartment instead of a hovel.
My poor housekeeping had been a source of contention when we lived together, so I wasn’t surprised that Kimberly was taken aback at the changes in my apartment.
“A while back I decided it was time to live like a grown-up,” I said, pulling off my shirt and tossing it in the hamper. “Now how about you get undressed?”
We both shimmied out of our clothes quickly, then paused to look at each other, cataloging any changes since the last time we were together.
Kimberly’s body was still curvy and lush, not fat, but womanly in a way that I loved.
My gaze pinned on her breasts, full and pendulous, her dark red nipples contrasting with her light brown skin.
I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on them again.
I took a step closer to her, and then another, until only an inch or two separated us.
Then I reached up and pulled Kimberly’s hair out of her ponytail.
It was a little longer now, and the humidity in the air made her hair poof up in a riot of curls that I knew she didn’t like even though I found it sexy as hell.
“Get on the bed,” I said, my voice husky.
We moved as one, falling onto the mattress and chucking throw pillows out of the way.
I rolled Kimberly onto her back, spreading myself on top of her and kissing her until we were both breathless.
Then I began moving down her body, leaving a trail of kisses and little licks that made her shiver every time.
I spent a few minutes teasing her nipples, sucking them in between my lips and tugging on them hard enough to make her cry out.
“Gina!” Her voice was impatient. “Hurry up.”
I moved down her body again, stopping so I could swirl my tongue around her little outie belly button.
When I finally made my way down to her thighs Kimberly released a deep sigh.
Moving between her legs, I bent her knees and pushed her legs out to the side, giving me plenty of room.
For just a few seconds I gazed at her pussy, noticing how her curls were glistening with arousal just from our foreplay. I loved how responsive she was.
I lowered my head, swiping my tongue across her seam before sliding in to taste her sweet arousal. Her hips punched up and I gripped them, holding her in place while I circled her opening with the tip of my tongue.
“Quit fucking around,” she gasped, making me smile against her skin.
“I don’t remember you being so impatient,” I teased.
“I don’t remember you being such a tease,” she shot back.
I licked my way inside her channel, then used one hand to find her clit. Her little bud felt swollen, and when I rubbed my thumb across it, Kimberly made a moaning noise that almost made me come.
Letting myself off the leash, I began licking her in earnest, keeping time with my fingers on her clit.
I felt her muscles tighten as she got close.
I pulled back and she made a little sound of protest. Changing tactics, I sucked her clit in between my lips and inserted two fingers inside her channel.
She was so aroused that they slid in easily.
Pumping her hard until Kimberly’s inner muscles squeezed around my fingers and she started bucking against me as her orgasm hit.
“I’m… I’m…”
That’s all she got out before she succumbed to pleasure. I stroked and sucked and teased her until she finally relaxed back on the bed, her breath coming in sharp pants.
I popped my head up, resting my chin on her lower belly as I watched her try to come back to herself.
“I’m dead,” she whispered, her eyes squeezed closed and her arms thrown out to her sides. “I’ve died.”
Pushing to my hands and knees, I crawled up over her body. She opened her eyes and gave me a sweet smile. I pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
“Don’t be dead yet, I need a little help here. You got me all hot and bothered coming like that.”
I scooted so I was kneeling on either side of her head, hands gripping the headboard, then I slowly lowered myself until I was hovering just above her face.
Kimberly raised her eyebrows as she realized my intentions.
I’d never been comfortable enough to try this position when we were together, but I’d done a fair amount of experimenting since then.
“Is this okay?” I asked, wanting to check.
“God yes,” she said, grabbing my hips and pulling me down onto her face.
When I was settled into position, her tongue darted in between my lower lips.
I was already dripping with arousal after getting her off and she happily ate me out until I was shaking above her, chasing my release.
She maneuvered her hand up to my apex so she could pinch my clit, sending an electric shock through my body.
I was close, my whole body shaking with the effort of wanting to come, but I needed a little more to completely let go of the tension coiled in my body. I brought my hands up to my breasts, pulling and squeezing my nipples to heighten the sensation.
Then Kimberly squeezed my ass, hard enough to send a jolt of pain through my body, and I was done.
“Kimberly!”
I screeched her name as I started to come, bucking against her face and taking my pleasure in an uninhibited way that I’d never felt.
There was no tentativeness. No effort to be quiet.
No worry about if I was suffocating the woman beneath me.
No, I moaned and swore and rolled my hips, grinding against her and taking what I needed.
It was glorious.
As quickly as it started, my orgasm ebbed, and I fell over, landing sideways on the bed with my legs on Kimberly’s chest. With great effort, I dragged them off and turned so I was facing the same direction as her, then I pulled her close and gave her a sweet kiss.
“That was incredible,” I said.
“Yeah.” She seemed a little dazed still. “You’ve changed… in a lot of ways.”
I tilted my head. “Is that bad?”
I swallowed down the flash of insecurity, reminding myself that I didn’t need to be defined by this woman or anyone else. But Kimberly gave me a little smirk that did funny things to my insides.
“Definitely for the better. I’ve never seen you so uninhibited. I like it.”
Lying next to Kimberly while we both recovered from our epic sexcapades, I thought about her observations about the changes in me.
It was true. I hardly recognized the woman I was before.
I didn’t like myself much back then, and that self-loathing had reflected back on me in all my relationships. I’d come a long way, that’s for sure.
***
Three years ago…
“Hey, I’m home!”
I tossed my coat in the general direction of the coat rack, not noticing that it landed on the floor.
“Kimberly? Are you here? I got out of my work event early thank God.”
I frowned as I realized that she wasn’t here.
That was strange. She hadn’t mentioned going anywhere tonight.
Digging my phone out of my back pocket, I opened the tracking app that I’d insisted Kimberly and I put on our phones in case of an emergency.
She’d been hesitant, but I told her that as women in a big city we couldn’t be too safe.
“What if someone kidnaps one of us?” I’d asked. “Or we’re in an accident and can’t call for help because we’re unconscious and bleeding?”
Fortunately nothing bad had befallen either of us, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen. As I opened the tracker app I told myself I wasn’t spying on my girlfriend, I was just making sure nothing happened to her.
I was lying. I was totally spying on her. And the truth was, it wasn’t the first time.
According to the app she was at a restaurant a couple of blocks away. I debated texting her, but something about this gave me the feeling that I shouldn’t give her a heads up. Maybe she was just grabbing dinner, I told myself. I’d go surprise her. Then I remembered that she hated eating alone.
Why would she disappear without telling me where she was going? Did she do this often when she thought I wasn’t going to know? Why?
As I walked to the restaurant I could feel myself spiraling. I could feel it, but I couldn’t stop it. It was like I was floating outside my body watching myself freak out but helpless to stop it.
I loved Kimberly so much it scared me. Not that I’d ever told her that. I wasn’t sure why, but as much as I shared all my feelings with her, I couldn’t share those words. Maybe because I was waiting for her to say it first. It was safer that way.
I stopped outside the window of the restaurant, seeing if I could spot my girlfriend.
My mouth opened in surprise when I saw her sitting there with a woman I’d never seen before.
The woman was beautiful and curvy and when she smiled at my girlfriend with affection, my stomach burned with acid.
Then she leaned forward and handed Kimberly her fork to taste whatever she was eating and I saw red.
That move was way too intimate for a casual friend.
Kimberly was cheating on me! That was the only explanation I could think of.
Somehow I always knew this thing would crash and burn.
I knew something wasn’t right in our relationship, I’d been feeling it for a while now.
Kimberly had become increasingly uncommunicative, almost sullen, obviously pulling away from me.
When I asked her what was wrong, she always said everything was fine.
Even our lovemaking had changed. It had always been hot and frequent but the last few weeks we’d barely touched each other.
Now I knew why, She was seeing someone else.
Shaking with fury, I ran all the way back to my apartment. If Kimberly wanted to cheat on me she could move in with her girlfriend! She needed to get out – tonight.