Chapter 7 #2
She had never understood this hatred towards being a lesbian. To her, women had always seemed beautiful, something almost unreal, something closer to art than anything else. Not something shameful. Never shameful.
“You…”
And then suddenly she understood.
“Are you homophobic?” Tora frowned, but she did not stop touching her, still gently stroking the side of Alisa’s neck.
Alisa swallowed nervously. “I… it’s just…” Her voice became quieter. “It’s hard for me to accept that women turn me on.”
“I think that’s wonderful.”
“Wonderful for who?”
“For both of us.”
Tora leaned toward her and kissed her, catching her lower lip between her teeth for only a second, and Alisa let out a soft, helpless moan against her mouth.
“See? You like it… and you’re probably already… wet… hmm?”
Alisa’s eyes fluttered open, another moan escaping her lips as Tora’s hand slid over her sensitive skin. She grabbed Tora’s wrist, stopping her explorations. “Wait, I…” Alisa began, but Tora cut her off with a low, frustrated growl.
“What?” Tora snapped, her eyes flashing with impatience and a hunger that made Alisa’s heart race.
Alisa downed the rest of her drink, the whiskey burning a trail down her throat.
She set the glass aside and watched as Tora finished her own drink, leaving the glasses behind on the floor.
Tora reached for Alisa’s hand, her fingers still cool and slightly damp from the condensation on the glass.
She led Alisa’s hand up her body, over the soft swell of her stomach, to the aching peaks of her breasts.
“Fuck.” Tora moaned when Alisa’s palm covered her nipple, the coolness of her skin a shock against the hard, sensitive nub.
Her body arched into the touch. Acting on instinct, Alisa’s fingers closed around Tora’s nipple, squeezing the tender flesh, drawing a low moan from Tora’s throat.
Arousal now coating in her lower abdomen.
Alisa’s hands fumbled with the buttons of Tora’s shirt, popping them open one by one until the garment fell away, baring Tora’s torso to her hungry gaze.
Alisa’s eyes darkened with desire as she drank in the sight of Tora’s naked body, the swell of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach.
She leaned in, pressing her lips to the soft mounds, tracing the curve of Tora’s breast with reverent kisses.
“They hypnotized me,” Alisa murmured against Tora’s skin. She could feel Tora’s heart pounding beneath her lips.
Tora threw her head back with a throaty laugh.
“Damn, I wanted you so much, I thought I couldn’t stand it until the championship was over.” Alisa whimpered, as Tora leaned in, catching her lower lip between her teeth, giving it a gentle nip before soothing it with her tongue.
Alisa’s heart raced, her body trembling.
Tora’s grin widened, her eyes sparkling with lust. “Well, the reward didn’t keep you waiting long, hmm?” she teased.
Alisa’s hands slid up Tora’s arms, her fingers toying with the hair at her nape.
She pulled Tora closer, her lips crashing against hers in a deep, hungry kiss.
Her tongue delved into Tora’s mouth, stroking along her own, the kiss turning filthy and desperate as Alisa sought to pour all her desire into the embrace.
Tora moaned into the kiss, her own tongue tangling with Alisa’s, the wet slide of their mouths a delicious friction.
“Well, I didn’t take the medal,” Alisa murmured against Tora’s lips, “but here’s an award for sex with you, and also as a gift for my birthday today, so it was worth it, I admit it honestly. ”
Tora pulled back slightly, her eyes shining with surprise. “Damn, Alisa, such words,” she breathed, a slow, sultry grin spreading across her face. “I’m flattered, truly.”
She reached out, taking her time to shrug Alisa’s sports jacket down her arms, the fabric whispering over her skin. Tora’s fingers found the hem of Alisa’s T-shirt, slipping beneath the cotton to caress the soft swell of her breasts.
“Wait, wait…” Alisa gasped, her body bucking into Tora’s touch.
“No, you wait… It’s your birthday today?” Tora asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Yes, but it doesn’t matter,” Alisa silenced her with a finger to Tora’s lips, shaking her head.
“It’s important, Alisa! You didn’t take the gold for your birthday, which must be painful…” Tora hissed.
“No, I don’t care about my birthday. It’s just a regular day, and it doesn’t mean anything.”
“But…”
Alisa only leaned in close, her breath ghosting over Tora’s skin, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Shh, now. I want my birthday present, Tora. And I want it from you now.”
Tora’s eyes darkened with understanding. “Mmm, and what exactly did you have in mind, birthday girl?” she purred, her hands sliding up Alisa’s sides, caressing the curves of her body through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Alisa gasped as Tora’s fingers found her hardened nipples, squeezing the sensitive peaks.
Her back arched, pressing her breasts more fully into Tora’s palms as she sought more of that delicious friction.
In her passion, neither of them noticed as Tora’s body sank back onto the bed, Alisa straddling her hips.
Alisa was still wearing her sweatpants, but her beautiful figure was alluring.
Tora’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at Alisa, her eyes roaming over the beautiful face that hovered above her. “Fuck… you’re beautiful, Alisa,” she breathed, her voice a low, reverent whisper. “And happy birthday, babe.”
Alisa’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Tora’s hands found her breasts again, gently kneading the soft mounds.
“I… I’m not…” Alisa closed her eyes, taking Tora’s breasts in her hands as if mirroring her gesture, gently squeezing them.
“Shh, don’t say that, babe. You’re breathtaking, inside and out. You are beautiful to me.” Tora’s voice was soft, her gaze never leaving Alisa’s.
She watched as Alisa turned away, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. “But I’m not beautiful to myself… every time I…” Tora’s heart clenched at the sadness that suddenly suffused Alisa’s features.
“Every time I look in the mirror, I see the face of my abuser.”
This bothered Tora…
Alisa was back in an instant, Tora’s hands cupping her face, wiping away the single tear that had escaped. “You’re beautiful, period, Alisa,” Tora murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “Don’t let anyone, not even your own past, make you feel otherwise.”
Tora’s hand slid down Alisa’s body, slipping beneath the waistband of her sweatpants.
Her fingers found the damp fabric of Alisa’s panties, rubbing slow, teasing circles over the sensitive flesh beneath.
“Mmm… is all this for me, babe?” Tora purred, feeling the slick heat of Alisa’s arousal through the barrier of her underwear.
“You’re so fucking wet… I can feel how much you want me. ”
“Yes, Tora… I’m wet for you. So fucking wet.” Alisa nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips as she admitted the truth.
Tora’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she bit her lower lip.
Slipping her fingers beneath the damp fabric of Alisa’s panties, Tora pushed them aside, her fingers delving into Alisa’s slick folds.
She started with one finger, teasing her, before adding the second, plunging deeper into Alisa’s tight heat.
“Oh god, Tora!” Alisa gasped, her hips bucking, grinding down against Tora’s hand. “Damn… how do you do that? Why can’t I make myself feel this good?” She rocked against Tora’s fingers, desperate for more, for everything.