Chapter 25
Bette was snuggled into Kerrie's side, her arm around Bette as she finished her ice cream and fries. The fry basket was balancing on Kerrie's thigh. They had put on the movie Twister and settled onto the couch. Kenny was still sawing away on the monitor. Kerrie couldn't remember the last time she had relaxed this much. It felt great. Blissful. A little more tension melted off of her shoulders.
"Well, that was a nice treat," announced Bette as she licked the last bit of ice cream from her spoon, her tongue cleaning it effortlessly.
Kerrie swallowed hard, pushing at the image of that tongue swirling around other things. She held out her hand for the garbage. "I'll go throw it away."
Once settled back on the couch, Bette leaned into her side, tucking her feet underneath herself. Kerrie smoothed her hand slowly around Bette's curvy waist, enjoying the feel of soft, cotton-covered flesh beneath. She felt Bette shift and momentarily panicked. Maybe she should have put her arm around her shoulders instead of her waist, but then Bette's hand mimicked her moves, smoothing slower than necessary to cup Kerrie's inner thigh. She was sure Bette could feel the goosebumps that she caused to pimple Kerrie's skin.
A humming vibration pulsed through Kerrie. It was one of those moments where she needed to decide to initiate more contact or actually watch the movie. It was the riskiest part of the dating game. Well, other than saying the L word. That was the riskiest move of all. But initiating the first big physical move was a close second. Should she wait? Give them a little more time. But the fingers gently, barely ghosting her inner thigh in lazy swirls, suggested maybe Bette didn't want to wait for another movie night.
Bette was sending her a signal. A silent invitation .
Kerrie increased her grip on Bette's waist, tugging, guiding Bette to turn enough that Kerrie could lean down, nuzzling her face just under Bette's ear. Bette allowed herself to be guided, giving Kerrie more confidence. She softly kissed the sensitive skin below her ear, smelling the dab of perfume Bette had placed there before coming upstairs. The scent of honeysuckle and fresh rain bolstered her arousal, spurring her to place her hand on the other side of Bette's neck, pulling her close. Bette let out a soft, pleading moan. A moan that might as well have been a section of supporters cheering Kerrie on. She knew she had chosen the correct option, especially as the hand on her thigh inched a little higher and tighter, perfectly manicured nails digging into her flesh. It instantly sent a sharp ache between her thighs.
Increasing the pressure of her slow, methodical kisses on Bette's heated neck, she was rewarded with Bette turning further, seeking out more contact. She pulled her mouth away and crashed her lips against a needy Bette's. The heated make-out session that followed was exhilarating. Intoxicating. It took them a moment to get comfortable; neither was spry anymore. After 15 minutes, the crick in Kerrie's knee and the ache in Bette's back were enough to pause them.
Panting hard, both shifted to be more comfortable, a mix of different kinds of aching within both of them. Bette spoke first. "I think I'm getting too old for making out on the couch."
Nodding, Kerrie ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I'm not exactly in the shape to be flexible."
No one spoke for a couple of minutes, then Bette broke the silence, speaking in a low voice. "Is Kenny a heavy sleeper?"
A bomb went off in Kerrie's head. She assumed when they parted that they were finished. But Bette still wanted more. Just in a more comfortable place. "Yeah, his pain meds help him sleep for a while, and my room is at the end of the hall."
Bette nodded, pulling her lip in between her teeth. She looked down at her lap. "It's been a really long time since I've, you know, been with someone."
Kerrie could feel the apprehension rolling off Bette. The uncertainty was on full display. She took Bette's hand, enclosing it between her own. "It's been a while for me too. We don't have to do anything toni—"
"No, no, I, I just..." She trailed off, looking around the room as if she would find the words written on the walls .
"You know, we can just lie down and see where things go. First times are fun because they're not perfect. We can feel awkward and clumsy together."
A small smile spread across Bette's face as she looked over at Kerrie. "Awkward and clumsy together sounds kinda fun."
"Do you want me to turn everything off down here, and you go on up?"
"That works for me. Which door is it?"
"Up the stairs, last door on the left."
Kerrie was relieved she had put clean sheets on her bed that afternoon. She hadn't made up the bed besides putting the fitted sheet on, but at least they were clean. Once everything was off, and she double-checked that the doors were locked before climbing the stairs, baby monitor in hand. Kenny was still sleeping; his breathing was even, and his snores were loud. She hoped he would stay that way. Kenny understood what sex was. He knew how babies were made, and he’d walked in on her before when they were younger. She just really didn't want to be interrupted this time. Not during their first time, if it did happen.
She opened the door to her room to find Bette had arranged the sheet and top quilt, and she was now lying underneath them, the quilt pulled up to her shoulders. The messy bun was gone, and the crown of blonde framed her face in a mock glow.
"I picked the side of the bed that didn't have anything on the side table. I figured the other one was your side."
"You figured right." She deposited the monitor on the side table and turned off the light. The only light came from under the edges of the curtain, blocking out the street lamps outside and a little glow from the nightlight in the hall seeping from the partially closed door.
She slipped under the covers, sinking into the mattress. Turning on her side, she faced Bette, who was lying on her back, just barely making out her silhouette. Kerrie could feel her nervousness without even touching her. "You know, we can just spoon."
"Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah, I'd love that."
"I would love that, too," said Bette.
Bette moved across the bed, turning her back to Kerrie. Kerrie slipped her arm under the covers and pulled Bette against her. She was warm and soft. They molded together, fitting like puzzle pieces. The closeness, the snuggling, was meant to make them feel calm and fall asleep, but all it did was make Kerrie's heart race and make her acutely aware that the only thing separating them was two layers of pajamas.
"Kiss my neck," Bette whispered, so low that Kerrie almost didn't hear her and was going to ask again until Bette swept her hair away from her neck and pushed back against her.
Kerrie forced down the shudder that threatened to take over. Breathing deep to slow her racing pulse, she willed herself to calm so that the excitement wouldn't completely take over.
Kerrie bent her head, allowing herself to take her time. To rebuild the heat from their make-out session. With each press of her lips and slow tonguing of flesh underneath, Bette's body began to come alive. The vibration of breath coming from Bette's sternum under Kerrie's hand increased. Bette's hips slowly began to rock against Kerrie.
"That—that feels good," said Bette in a breathy voice.
Kerrie nodded next to her ear. "You feel good against me." She moved her hand up, feeling her way across the cotton nightshirt before finding the soft, rounded mound she was looking for. Bette gasped as Kerrie gently ran her thumb over her hardened nipple. "Is this okay?"
"Yes," gasped Bette, nodding and placing her hand over Kerrie's, urging her on. Kerrie was rewarded with more soft moans, serving only to increase the aching tug between her legs.
"Why don't we take this top off?"
Bette paused as if she had to think about it. "I don't usually take my shirt off. I don't look like I did in my youth."
"Bette, I don't have a clue what you used to look like. I'm attracted and turned on by this body right here in my bed."
"Really?"
"I wouldn't be trying to take your clothes off if I wasn't," chuckled Kerrie. "Does my body bother you?"
Bette shook her head, rolling over. She wrapped her arms around Kerrie's neck. "Not at all. I have never dated someone on the bigger side, and to be honest, I love your body. I've daydreamed about what it would be like to be under it."
A shudder snaked through Kerrie's body when she heard Bette had thought of them being intimate. Of course, she had thought the same thing, but it was different knowing that Bette wanted her and had even daydreamed of her .
She pulled Bette's head to her, crashing her mouth against Bette's. To Kerrie's surprise, Bette submitted to the rougher movement, leaning closer and moaning. They kissed hard for a few more moments, then Kerrie pulled back, panting heavily. She hooked a finger into the collar of Bette's shirt, tugging. "Can I see you? I'll take my shirt off as well. I just want my mouth on you, and I can't do that with this on."
Biting her lip, Bette nodded, then said, "Yeah, yes, but yours comes off too."
Not wasting a moment after permission had been granted, she sat up, whipping off her t-shirt and flinging it over the headboard. She turned to Bette, being more gentle as Bette raised her arms, lifting off the bed enough to pull it over her head. Her top joined Kerrie's. Though she wanted immediately to devour Bette, she paused and felt hands roaming over her stomach, sides, and then breast. Bette wanted to feel her first. She would give her that even though she wanted nothing more than to focus on Bette.
Kerrie leaned on one side. In her younger days, she could be on her arms hovering above like a stallion for an hour, but she was far from that now, though Bette didn't seem to mind. She was too busy roaming her hands over every inch, every dip and roll, like she wanted to memorize Kerrie like a map. A ragged breath tore out of her when Bette ghosted over her breasts, then began panting when a fingernail began circling her nipple lightly, only to be gulping in a deep breath when warm, wet lips enclosed over the other one. "Shit," she breathed, shocked at how easily Bette disarmed her. Before she realized it, she was moaning and threading her fingers into Bette's hair. She rarely liked the focus to be on herself, but Bette felt different. Bette was different.
"Lay back," Bette demanded. She was getting up, pushing Kerrie on her back. "Please, Kerrie. I'd like you to go first."
In the dim light, she could just make out the pleading look on Bette's face. The blonde wasn't yet ready to be vulnerable. She needed Kerrie to go first to ease her nervousness. To make Bette feel powerful enough to allow herself to give in.
Kerrie rolled on her back, her belly and breasts jiggling with the movement. "I'm all yours."
An excited grin passed over Bette's face. With renewed confidence, she leaned down and kissed Kerrie, whispering, "Thank you, babe."
The whisper sent a wave of delight all the way from her head to her toes, and before she realized it, Kerrie was lifting her hips to let Bette take her boxers off. They flew to the floor. The cold air against her heated center sent an involuntary shiver through her. Bette leaned down, her breast pressing pleasantly against her own while she gave Kerrie a kiss. Kerrie snaked a hand between them and lightly pinched Bette's nipple, making her jump a little and moan. They both grinned into the kiss before Bette pulled back. She smoothed her hands over Kerrie's body, starting at her shoulders and then over her breasts, eliciting another low moan before fanning out over her round belly and finishing by gently pulling Kerrie's legs apart.
Kerrie could feel herself dripping with arousal, her legs immediately obeying the command of Bette. In Kerrie's last relationship, she wasn't treated like a woman. She was expected to give but not really receive because she was butch. But even though Kerrie was masculine, she still wanted to feel her lover's touch. Wanted to have the attention on her for a turn. Bette didn't expect Kerrie to be a stone-top. She wanted to touch and taste Kerrie as much as Kerrie wanted to have her.
Closing her eyes, she allowed herself the luxury of someone else taking care of her, if only for a brief, orgasmic moment.
Bette's mouth seemed to take forever, trailing a short circle around her belly button, then descending to her hip, where she kissed a line from hip to her curls while the other hand roamed up and down her thigh, nails scraping the surface. An image of those pretty nails flashed through her mind, and she groaned.
After an eternity, Bette's mouth made it to her curl-covered mound. She sucked in a breath as Bette carefully used her bent finger's knuckle, not the tip of her nailed finger, to part Kerrie's thick lips so she could snake her tongue between.
As Bette's tongue danced on her clit, Kerrie threw her head back as desire built in her groin, and tingles began in her legs, like a good stretch times 50. She hadn't been brought to delight in years. The pleasure overcame her quickly, and before she knew it, she was tensing, the orgasm Bette enticed to the surface rolling out of her, hips bucking, and her hand gently but firmly holding Bette's mouth on her as she rode the waves out. Even after she released her grip, Bette lovingly stroked her tongue over Kerrie until the tremors subsided.
Covered in sweat and with her chest heaving, she lay on her back, trying to catch her breath. The quilt and sheet were long gone, and she was thankful for that. She looked down as Bette sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in the most ladylike way Kerrie had ever seen. How the woman made eating vagina look dainty was beyond Kerrie, but her worn nub twitched at the sight. God, I love a feminine woman.
"Was that okay?" Bette asked, the need for reassurance evident in her voice .
Kerrie motioned for her to move up, with arms wide open. "You did more than okay. That was fucking fantastic."
Laughing lightly, Bette lay over Kerrie's upper body, staring at her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I loved every minute of it."
Gulping deep breaths, Kerrie worked to get her heart under control. She could still feel the mild thumping of dissipating orgasm.
She took another minute to regain herself, then pushed Bette onto her back once more. "Now it's your turn."
Kerrie stared down at Bette for a moment before taking off Bette's shorts and panties. Bette bit her lip; the lifting of her hips against Kerrie's thigh between her legs suggested she was more than ready. Leaning down, Kerrie kissed Bette, tasting the muskiness of herself on Bette's tongue. They dueled for a few minutes as Kerrie roamed Bette's chest with her hand. Bette moaned aloud with each pinch and rough thumbing against her nipples.
Breaking the kiss, she moved her mouth to Bette's ear, recently learning it was one of Bette's sweet spots, and placed kisses all the way down her neck to her collarbone and then to her hardened nipple. She could feel and hear Bette's breathing turn ragged as she tried taking controlled breaths but couldn't quite do it as she rocked against Kerrie's thigh. Kerrie's tongue swirled around the hard bud, then she began sucking as she caressed the other breast with her hand.
The rocking began to slow, and she heard a small, whispered whimper. Not the pleasurable kind.
"What's wrong, babe?" Kerrie asked, slowing her movements.
Bette turned her head away, her hand coming up to cover her breast that was not covered by Kerrie's body. "It's nothing. Really, maybe we do you again."
Confused, Kerrie wrapped her arm around Bette's waist, pulling her tightly against her. She spoke low and gentle in Bette's ear. "Hey, talk to me."
There was a long pause before Bette turned her face to Kerrie's, leaning into the embrace. "It's embarrassing, and I don't want you to think I'm not turned on, because I am."
Furrowing her brow, Kerrie thought over her words for a second before clarity hit. She hadn't paid attention to the lack of wetness on her thigh. She leaned over, her long arm reaching for her bedside table drawer. She fumbled around for a moment and then pulled out a bottle of lube. She resumed her spot and held the bottle out. "It's unscented and water-based. Is that okay? "
Bette's eyes grew wide, then she squinted in confusion. "You're not bothered?"
"Why would I be bothered?"
Frowning, Bette wouldn't meet her eyes. "You don't take it personally?"
Kerrie's shoulders drooped, and her heart ached for a second before being replaced with anger. That stuck-up, narcissistic asshole, Shelly Fucking Cooper. "She made you feel bad, didn't she?"
She set the bottle down, then gently cupped Bette's neck and pulled her into a kiss. The kind of kiss that left one love-drunk on the rush of adrenaline snaking up and down their spine. The kind of kiss that stole their breath but somehow breathed life directly into their lungs. The kind of kiss that isn't shared by strangers but by lovers because only lovers understand the unspoken word their lips were writing against the other's lips.
It didn't take long for the heat to rebuild.
When they parted, Bette was panting and smiling. "I think I'm ready for the lube."
"Yes, ma'am," grinned Kerrie, quickly grabbing the bottle.
Bette took it from her and opened it, squirting some into Kerrie's awaiting hand. Kerrie rubbed her thumb through the thick liquid, trying to warm it up a little before gently rubbing it between Bette's legs. Kerrie winced at the little gasp that escaped Bette's lips. "I hope it's not too cold."
"It's okay. You can warm me back up," she said, kissing Kerrie's neck. "I want to do what we were doing before."
Shifting her leg between Bette's once more, Kerrie pressed into Bette, earning herself a sharp moan from beneath her. Leaning in, she nipped at Bette's bottom lip, and they grinned into the kiss that followed. The heat between them resumed quickly as their kisses deepened. Kerrie shuddered as Bette dragged her nails over her back, applying more pressure as she went lower.
"Those nails..." Kerrie groaned into Bette's neck.
Chuckling lightly, Bette did it again. "You like that, huh?"
"Mm-hum," murmured Kerrie as she pressed her lips lower and lower until her lips ghosted hot flesh of her breast before pulling the tightened nipple into her mouth. Goosebumps pimpled her kiss at the delicious sound of the low moan coming from the chest below her. The sound encouraged her to palm the other breast.
Bette's hand snaked into her hair, gently tugging as her body came alive once again. The grinding against her thigh increased, the lube doing its job and allowing Bette to enjoy the movements .
"Harder," Bette wheezed out, arching her chest, and Kerrie delivered by pinching and biting her. Her hips worked harder against Kerrie's leg, gyrating up and down. Kerrie braced her leg higher, giving Bette something firmer to pleasure herself on.
Bette's breathing grew harder, the hands roaming up and down Kerrie's back becoming more frantic. Kerrie kept working Bette's nipples, licking and sucking and pinching, alternating between the two soft, pillowy mounds. She knew Bette was close but got the sense that she was holding back, so Kerrie gave her some encouragement. "Come on, use me. Circles, try circles."
Kerrie planted a heavy hand on Bette's hip, guiding her hips in small, hard circles, causing Bette to nod frantically and her breathing to hitch.
"Shit, that's it," came a throaty reply, and the grinding on her leg increased until she felt Bette tense, her hand in Kerrie's hair tightening painfully, then releasing her slowly.
Kerrie nuzzled her face into Bette's neck, fully engulfing Bette's frame with her own. "My god, that was fucking hot."
A stuttered, breathy chuckle replied back, accompanied by hands gripping Kerrie to pull her in so close that they felt as one. They lay like that for a few minutes, and then Kerrie felt Bette reach for her hand. She gripped Bette's hand, expecting her to grip back, but instead, her hand was guided down past Bette's belly and pressed against Bette's wet center. She whispered in Kerrie's ear. "I want you inside me."
Kerrie's eyes widened. "Yes, ma'am," she purred in Bette's ear, rolling to her side.
Bette wasted no time spreading her legs, inviting Kerrie to enter her. Kerrie kissed Bette, slow and explorative, as her fingers glided over the silky folds before dipping between to find the little jewel of her clit. Her thumb rubbed small, light circles at first as two fingers found Bette's wet entrance but didn't enter. Bette lifted her hip at the first graze of fingertips. She wanted to be filled. Wanted to feel Kerrie within her.
"Ready?" asked Kerrie, nipping Bette's earlobe.
Permission was given with a nod and a moan. She plunged her thick digits into Bette, reveling in the wet warmth as Bette's body greedily ate up her fingers. Pumping in and out, Bette met her strokes, but she whined in frustration, so Kerrie added a third.
That was the magic number. Bette threaded her hands in Kerrie's hair as her hips began a seductive dance with Kerrie's hand. Before long, Kerrie felt the telltale tightness around her fingers. She flicked her thumb over her swollen clit a few times causing the beautiful woman below her to arch up as a strangled, gasping cry attempted to leave Bette's lips. Elation coursed through Kerrie at seeing the results of the pleasure she had given her lover .
Soaking in the post-orgasm bliss, they snuggled close, the once-hot air around them cooling.
"That was amaz—"
The nasally snores that had been drifting in the background abruptly stopped. In unison, they turned their heads to look in the direction of the baby monitor, only a little green light showing in the dark.
A few silent beats later, the snores resumed, and both let out a breath followed by quiet laughter, their bodies jostling against each other.
"I think I just had a flashback to when Zoe was a toddler," wheezed out Bette, wiping a laughter-induced tear from the corner of her eye.
"That would not have been the best way to end our first time. Why don't you go clean up in the bathroom while I fix the bed? We've got the bedding all over the place."
Bette nodded against her chest. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'm tired."
They untangled and parted.
Kerrie grinned like an idiot while hefting herself out of bed. She had dreamed about this night a lot over the last few weeks. It did not disappoint.
When Bette came back in, the shadowed moonlight gave a brief glimpse at her beautiful silhouette, and Kerrie had the bed ready.
She took her turn in the bathroom, peeing and cleaning herself up. She snuck a peek into Kenny's room quickly on her way back from the bathroom. He was sound asleep. By the time she arrived at her bed, Bette was under the covers, and her breathing became even.
Kerrie slid in behind her, pulling Bette's body against hers. She nuzzled her face into Bette's neck, felt a hand clench around hers, and then Kerrie drifted off into sleep.