Chapter 4
CHAPTER
FOUR
CHARLIE
It was cowardly of her to use the excuse of a text from Blake to run to the bathroom, but she had to.
Am I in over my head?
Charlie couldn’t remember the last time she had been with a woman, let alone one as gorgeous and experienced as Olive seemed to be.
She was scared. Scared that she wouldn’t live up to her expectations, wouldn’t live up to her own. Scared that she would be more hurt than ever.
Charlie read Blake’s text inviting her out for a drink and promptly replied to them with her usual sass. As much as she was thinking about running away, she knew that if she did, the only thing she’d end up doing this evening would be wallowing in self-pity.
Charlie put down the phone on the counter and exhaled. She looked at herself in the mirror and tried to look past what she had come to expect in the reflection. Small tits, shoulders too large, callused hands. A scar on her shoulder from when she fell on the ice at the lake house as a child.
The same person stared back at her, but with swollen lips. God, Olive really did make a mess of her. She was horny as hell. Her body fought with her mind.
She’s only doing this out of pity, Charlie’s inner critic chimed in.
Charlie shook her head. That couldn’t be true, not for the way Olive looked at her. It was a look she was unused to, warm and accepting. Charlie looked back at her reflection and tried to hype herself up the way she knew Blake would.
“You are going to go out there and you are going to fuck that woman and you are going to have a good time,” Charlie whispered with the scowl she usually reserved for face offs.
She snorted at how ridiculous that was, but at least that helped her calm down.
This will be fine. I will have fun, and then we’ll never see each other again.
Resolved, Charlie exited the bathroom and placed her phone on the small table just outside it.
She’d have no reason to check it until tomorrow morning, and she knew her body would wake her up as soon as the sun would rise—a quirk from childhood training that she could never escape, no matter where she was in the world.
She walked back towards the bed, feeling slightly more confident, until her heart stopped at the sight in front of her.
Olive was laid out on the bed, her lacy lingerie still on.
Except Charlie was speechless as she watched her lazily touch herself.
Olive made eye contact with Charlie as she did, with a smirk that Charlie had now come to associate with her in this bedroom, right before she did something that made Charlie more hungry for her.
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to come back to bed,” Olive said plainly, as if this was the most natural thing in the world for her to be doing. Perhaps it was, but Charlie had never had the pleasure of seeing past partners do this for her.
Charlie watched as Olive curved her head back and sighed, her fingers picking up speed from where they met her slit. The sight was intoxicating.
Charlie moved closer to the bed, praying that her knees weren’t actually going to give out on her as she did.
“Would you like some help with that?” Charlie finally asked. She hoped she didn’t sound as desperate as she was.
“Sure,” Olive responded.
Charlie crawled onto the bed and over Olive’s body, pausing as her face neared the other woman’s. She made sure to prop herself slightly higher than she would normally, not wanting to accidentally interrupt her actions.
Olive moved her hand, bringing it up to Charlie’s face. Charlie opened her mouth and Olive obliged her request, slipping her slick fingers inside. God, she tasted good.
Charlie lowered herself closer to her, resting her right leg in between Olive’s thighs. Olive removed her hand from Charlie’s mouth and used her free hands to pull their faces closer together, capturing Charlie’s mouth in a hungry kiss again.
I could get used to these kisses. Charlie loved how passionate they were, how much Olive seemed into it. Just as Charlie settled down on top of her fully, Olive pulled away, searching her face.
“How would you feel if I asked you to fuck me?” Olive asked.
“Please,” Charlie responded. “Please ask me.”
Olive giggled, kissing Charlie again.
“Okay, I brought something from home I want you to use.” Her hands curled in Charlie’s hair, and Charlie realized she would do anything for her as long as she asked her like this.
Charlie nodded, and Olive lightly tapped her on the shoulder.
Charlie rolled off of her. She was curious about what exactly Olive had in mind, but she was too zonked out to even consider the idea of leaving the bed to follow her to find out.
Whatever it was would be as sexy as Olive made everything she did.
Charlie propped herself up on her elbows, getting a delightful view of Olive bent over a suitcase, her lingerie in a thong at the back awarding Charlie with the beautiful sight of her glorious ass.
Olive finally turned around, holding black fabric and a dildo in what Charlie instantly recognized as a strap.
In her other hand, she had a small bottle of lubricant.
Charlie had seen the pairing on many partners before and was no stranger to it, but she admittedly did not wear one often.
It had been quite some time since she was asked to, and she started to get nervous that her fears of disappointing Olive were about to come true.
“Is this okay?” Olive asked, coming over to stand next to the bed next to Charlie. She placed the lube on the nightstand but held the strap-on in her hands.
“Yes,” Charlie said. “I haven’t worn one in a while… I’m worried I’ll let you down,” Charlie whispered, searching Olive’s face.
Olive leaned down to kiss her gently. “It’s okay. I’ll talk you through it. Besides, I was thinking you can stay exactly as you are while I ride you into tomorrow.”
Charlie shouldn’t have been surprised, but the idea sent a jolt straight to her core.
“That sounds wonderful. Would you help me put it on?” Charlie asked.
Olive nodded and moved back as Charlie stood up off the bed, standing in front of her.
Olive leaned down in front of her, stretching the waistband of the black material.
The sight of Olive kneeling before Charlie shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was, but Charlie determinedly committed the sight to memory.
She would never forget this night, no matter how much she would try to in the future.
Charlie stepped into the leg holes on either side of the fabric and Olive pulled the device up, running her hands over Charlie’s thighs when she finished.
Olive stood back and glanced appreciatively over her body.
“You look so good in it, Charlie,” she said.
Hearing Charlie’s name from her lips felt glorious.
“Thank you. I bet you’d look even better naked on top of it,” Charlie said.
She tried to keep her hips away from Olive’s as she leaned down to kiss her, not wanting the attached dildo to uncomfortably dig into her.
As they kissed, Charlie reached behind Olive and undid the clasp of her bra.
She ran her hands over her soft breasts, wanting to memorize how they felt in her hands.
She paused at the waistband of Olive’s underwear, and Olive indulged her in stepping out of them.
Olive smiled as Charlie gave her body an appreciative once-over.
“You really are beautiful,” Charlie said.
Now naked, Olive stepped forward, forcing Charlie to step backwards and fall to the bed. Charlie adjusted her position, lying back so her head was propped up against the headboard. She hoped it was sturdy enough for what Olive had planned.
Olive grabbed the lube from the nightstand and joined Charlie on the bed, crawling over so she sat on Charlie’s flat stomach. Charlie could feel the wetness of her pussy as she rocked herself gently on her stomach.
“What would you like me to do?” Charlie asked. She was determined to make this as good for her as possible. Olive deserved to be worshipped, and Charlie wanted to make that very clear to her.
“Just listen to me. Let me know how you’re feeling. I want to see your face when I come, and I want to see that blush that I’m starting to find addictive,” Olive said. She leaned down so her face was close to Charlie’s, close enough to kiss.
“Can you do that for me?” Olive asked.
“Okay,” Charlie responded. While she wasn’t usually vocal in intimate moments, she had no qualms about granting Olive’s every wish. If that was what Olive wanted, it should work out just fine. Charlie blushed at the thought of telling her the things she had only ever dreamt of saying to a partner.
Olive leaned down and kissed Charlie, and Charlie placed her hands on Olive’s waist, marvelling at her curves and softness. It was such a contrast to Charlie’s muscles, and she loved it.
“You’re so soft,” Charlie whispered when she pulled away.
Olive scooted back so she was resting on Charlie’s legs, behind the dildo attached to the sex toy.
She reached for the lube and slathered it on to the artificial silicone.
Charlie watched as she worked the slickness up and down the shaft.
Olive made eye contact with her, and it took all of Charlie’s effort not to move.
“How do you make everything so sexy?” Charlie asked in wonder.
Olive smiled and it reached her eyes. Despite the air of sensuality around them, it was a warm sight that reached her heart as much as her throbbing pussy. I could get used to this, Charlie thought absentmindedly.
“I’m going to ride you now.”
“Of course,” Charlie said. She paused for a moment in panic. I almost called her baby. Oh God, she was in over her head. “Please stop immediately if something feels off. Your comfort is most important.”
Olive nodded. “Thank you.”
Charlie watched as Olive positioned herself above the device, working a finger into herself to make the penetration smoother.