Chapter 21 #2
With assurances from both Tillman and Rowena that Tillman would in no way feel abandoned, Victoria wrapped up the bouquet of carnations, and they headed to Jessica’s cute Subaru Crosstrek.
When Victoria got a look at the house where Jessica rented an apartment, dread filled her.
The thing had once been regal but had clearly fallen into disrepair.
She kept her observations to herself, but things didn’t get much better as they trekked down the dangerously sloped driveway from Jessica’s tenant parking spot at the top of the hill.
It would be hazardous in icy winter conditions or wet weather.
The giant crack near the garage doors said the foundation was shifting.
There was no walkway around the side of the house to Jessica’s backdoor entrance, and they walked along a dirt path, sure to be muddy in the next rain or snow.
Once inside, her analytical brain took in the sloping floor, the sticking door, and the peeling wallpaper.
But she flung all that aside and took in the woman herself.
Jessica was gorgeous in this late afternoon winter light.
The carnations were placed on the kitchen table, and coats hung up by the door. Victoria panicked. She didn’t want to assume or do anything Jessica didn’t want, so, she covered by asking, “What now?”
“Mmm,” Jessica moaned and moved closer. She grabbed one of Victoria’s wrists and then the other. She flung them overhead and pinned Victoria against the back door. She moved in closer, her lips inches from Victoria’s. “And now,” Jessica said, her voice husky with need, “you do this to me.”
Without losing eye contact, Victoria reversed their positions and pinned Jessica against the door. She leaned in for a light teasing kiss, barely brushing Jessica’s lips with her own. “Safewords?”
“Red, yellow, green,” Jessica whispered, her breathing heavy.
Victoria gazed into Jessica’s eyes for a hot moment and then pressed against her. Victoria’s thigh ingratiated itself between Jessica’s legs
Jessica squealed at the suddenness of it.
Victoria kissed the neck she had been eyeing all afternoon.
“Yes,” Jessica murmured. The murmur turned into a heated moan. “Kiss me,” she pleaded. “Victoria, please kiss me.”
Fire lit Victoria’s soul. Being called ‘Victoria’ was so much more personal than ‘Daddy Vic.’ That was almost a stage name, a persona.
One she might be shedding. Victoria obliged and kissed the woman she had pinned against the door.
She let Jessica’s arms fall so she could unbutton the blouse hiding one of her goals.
Jessica’s moan sent a familiar surge through Victoria’s core.
Take it slow, her inner voice said. She doesn’t want it slow, a different inner voice countered.
She opened the blouse and then buried her face in the cleavage peeking out from the luxurious lace bra.
She didn’t want to break the mood, but she had to. “I’m clean,” she said. “Got tested twice before coming down here.”
“I’m clean, too,” Jessica said. “Anticipating your visit. I can show you.”
Victoria halted the words by pressing Jessica’s lips together with her index finger and thumb. “Take me to your bed, JB.” She heard the lustful huskiness in her voice and knew Jessica heard it, too.
Jessica didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Victoria’s hand and pulled her toward the bedroom.
She turned on a decorative nightlight on the dresser for mood lighting, and it wasn’t long before Jessica lay on the top sheet fully nude with a semi-dressed Victoria on top of her.
The tank and boxer briefs were about as far as she’d typically go in loss of clothing.
Usually, a strap-on was involved as well, but that was tucked in a pocket of her winter coat hanging on a hook in the living room.
“Equal time,” Jessica said, pulling at the tank Victoria wore.
Victoria rarely showed much of her body to submissives.
But Jessica had just the right amount of sass in her request and cheek in her smile that she acquiesced.
Not knowing how to make it sexy, she enlisted Jessica’s help in removing the shirt.
Feeling exposed, she quickly lost the distance between their bodies.
She was hiding herself; she knew that, but moaned when her skin made contact with Jessica’s.
“So good,” Victoria said out loud, not meaning to.
“I love skin on skin,” Jessica said.
Victoria didn’t answer verbally. Instead, she decided on one particular trail her kisses would follow down Jessica’s body.
After devouring Jessica’s neck, making her squirm, Victoria’s next stop was Jessica’s breasts.
Oh, how full they were. The large nipples were erect and begging for attention.
She hesitated. A hand on the back of her head stopped any and all worry chains from forming.
Victoria feasted, making the woman underneath her squirm and moan.
“Been so long,” Jessica moaned.
Victoria read the cues and kissed her way lower.
She placed a final kiss on the trimmed mons and then lazily let her fingers part the slick labia.
Legs spread in invitation, Victoria inserted one finger and then two, coating them thoroughly.
She massaged the labia lovingly and then focused her movements around the extended clit.
“Beautiful,” Victoria murmured and blew air on the lovely appendage.
Jessica’s breaths were coming in short bursts and forceful exhales.
“I love exploring your body,” Victoria said and finally stroked the greedy little nub.
“Wait, no,” Jessica pleaded. “Lose the boxer briefs. Please.” She moaned as Victoria did as commanded. “Please, please, I want you on top of me. Kissing me. Get your thigh where I need it. Please?”
Victoria was used to being in control, but she was happy to oblige. She liked a woman who knew what she wanted, even if it was bordering on topping from the bottom.
“Mmm,” Jessica moaned as full skin met full skin. Victoria insinuated her thigh against Jessica’s center and rocked slowly.
“Yasss,” Jessica murmured. It was practically a purr. Jessica was close, Victoria could tell. She reached a hand in between their bodies and used her fingers for more focused stimulation. Her own center benefited from this maneuver, and a spark of pre-orgasm hit her.
“You’re so beautiful, JB,” Victoria said and leaned down to kiss her lover.
She was so close to cumming but held off as best she could.
Jessica ignited, her body twisting and convulsing in orgasm.
Victoria held on and let Jessica’s moaning kisses ignite her own body.
She came in waves as Jessica was coming down from her own orgasm.
Victoria gently pulled her hand out from between them and rocked her thigh against Jessica’s center slowly.
Jessica’s head fell back. She looked completely spent.
Victoria fell on her back next to Jessica and then encouraged Jessica to put her head on Victoria’s shoulder. They fell into an easy embrace.
“That was—” Jessica blew out a relaxed breath.
“It was,” Victoria agreed.
“You read my needs so well.” Jessica snuggled closer.
“And you made me feel safe.”
“Safe?”
“I don’t usually disrobe.”
Jessica lifted her head. “Oh, hun. I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”
“This woman is not complaining,” Victoria said with a laugh. “It’s okay. I’m okay. Really.”
“Just use your safe words next time,” Jessica teased. She sat up. “Shower. I need to see this amazing tattoo in better light, and then after a rest, I want round two.”
“Glad to oblige, Ma’am,” Victoria said, tipping an imaginary hat.
The shower was intimate, but they both agreed not to go beyond soaping and rinsing.
Jessica oohed and ahhed over Victoria’s woman/raven sleeve tattoo, and Victoria explained that when she got it during her Army days, she knew Ravens represented mystery.
She wanted it to represent her deep and mysterious connection to women.
That’s why she had the woman holding the raven.
“And ravens are notoriously intelligent,” Jessica added. Just like the woman who bears the tattoo.
Victoria felt her cheeks flame hot.
Jessica said nothing more but simply smiled and held up the wolf tattoo on her wrist.
“Ahh,” Victoria said. “Untamed and independent. I seem to have a bit of a wild woman on my hands, don’t I?”
“Firey Aries, apparently,” Jessica said.
Now fully showered, both in robes, they lay on the living room couch, Jessica said, “I’m not in this for the quick thrill, Victoria. I want you to know that. And I’m not one to try to tame anyone. I mean, we just met.” She sat up. “Last night, in fact. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours.”
“But we did kind of meet before that,” Victoria said. “Our phone calls, message exchanges, and comments on posts in your group.”
“True,” Jessica said and lay back down. “I like what we did in there.” She pointed to the bedroom. “But I want us to be more than just that with each other.”
“I also love what we did in there,” Victoria said, “and we have so much more to explore in that regard, but you’re right. I want to get to know more about JB the person, the teacher, the littles’ whisperer.”
That made Jessica laugh, which gave Victoria a warm feeling all over. She saw movement and jumped.
“What?” Jessica said, sitting up again.
Victoria blew out a sigh. “There’s a creature.” She pointed. “By the television.”
“Oh, that’s Misty,” Jessica said and then laughed. “Is it too late to ask if you’re allergic to cats?”
“I’m not allergic. We had a cat growing up. A big old orange tomcat.”
Despite her best efforts, Jessica couldn’t get Misty to come over and meet Victoria.
“Give it time,” Victoria said.
“She’s probably just hungry,” Jessica said. “Why don’t you feed her? That way, she can get to know you a little. Trust you.”
“Like you’re beginning to trust me?”
“Like we’re beginning to trust each other,” Jessica said.
“Yes,” Victoria said simply. And it was true.
Misty was tentative at first, but once Victoria stepped away from the food bowl, Misty moved in and ate. Of course, she kept one eye on Victoria, sizing her up.
“The jury’s still out, I’m afraid,” Victoria said, allowing herself to be led back into the bedroom.
“She’ll come around,” Jessica said. “I have ideas. And not about the furball. I want to help you explore your lactation thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, I said, I have ideas,” Jessica said again. “But I won’t go so far as to induce actual lactation in my body. That’s not something I want to do.”
“I’d never ask you to,” Victoria said, trying not to feel the shame of her last attempt with Bernadette.
“I know.” Jessica shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground.
This woman was not body shy, that was for sure.
Jessica got onto the bed and sat with her back against the headboard.
She motioned for Victoria to lie across her lap, her head at breast level.
It took some adjusting and an added pillow here and there, but they finally found comfortable positions for both of them.
Wordlessly, Jessica looked down at Victoria.
Her smile was gentle. She brushed Victoria’s hair off her forehead and then fed a breast to Victoria’s waiting lips.
Victoria latched on. It was weird, but everything her fantasy wanted it to be.
A full-bodied, nurturing woman offering this part of her body freely.
She sucked gently on the erect nipple and felt herself relaxing.
The hand stroking her head as she suckled reassured her that this was okay.
“This is intimacy,” Jessica said softly.
“Not everything has to be about sex. Intimate moments like this make our bond stronger.” Jessica spoke in a manner that didn’t need replies.
This wasn’t a conversation. It was a reassurance, a consolement, a coming to terms with something Victoria needed to resolve one way or the other.
Jessica stopped stroking and simply held Victoria’s head. “We can add in a bottle at some point, if you want,” Jessica said softly. “Filled with milk or whatever, if that will help.”
Victoria wanted to shake her head that she didn’t need actual milk, that this was fine, and it truly was, but she was in the zone and didn’t want to shake herself out of it. She closed her eyes and floated as she suckled rhythmically.
Jessica started moaning. “Hun, this is going straight to my clit. Oh, my God.” She squirmed underneath Victoria. “I could cum from this.”
Victoria opened her eyes as the words registered. She reached lower and, although the angle was odd, managed to stroke Jessica’s clearly aroused center. Jessica’s moans set Victoria’s own desire in motion, and she moaned into the breast in her mouth.
Jessica arched her pelvis. With a free hand, she smashed Victoria’s face against her breast as if to make her suck harder. She did.
Jessica stopped moving. Was she holding her breath? Yes, she was. The long, low moan that came out of her lover shot adrenaline and desire throughout Victoria’s body. The moan continued. Victoria kept up her movements of suckling and stroking.
What had started out as a shared, peaceful, intimate bonding moment turned into a newly discovered and actualized kink for both of them.
Jessica moved Victoria’s head from her breast and then reached down underneath the robe Victoria was still wearing. She dipped a finger in, found it wet, and circled Victoria’s clit. Victoria hadn’t allowed many women to touch her that way, and definitely none in recent memory.
“I have to taste you,” Jessica said, squirming out from underneath Victoria. She moved so quickly that Victoria didn’t know what was happening until Jessica’s mouth was on her.
“Oh, God,” Victoria said. Jessica’s lips and tongue were skillful.
Victoria placed her hands on Jessica’s head and held it right where it needed to be.
“There, there, there. Yes, baby, yes. Fuck.” She raised her hips as she came, losing Jessica in the process, but it didn’t matter; she came so hard that she lost consciousness momentarily.
When she reoriented herself, Jessica was climbing on the bed and then cradling her in her arms.
“You have not been properly loved in a long time,” Jessica scolded. “Have you?”
Victoria felt tears burn her eyes. She was the giver of pleasure, not the receiver. It was something she and Rikki had come up with way back in the day, when they were young Dommes, but maybe it needed updating. She shook her head.
“Well, shame on all of them,” Jessica said and held on tight. “That is going to change.”
“It already has.” Victoria needed to say more; her heart was bursting to say more, but the only thing she could think of was, “Thank you for seeing me. All of me. The real me.”
Jessica moaned in sympathy and cuddled Victoria tighter.