Chapter 9 #3
Charlotte bites her lip. She’s not going to back down now. “No, I… Just let me think for a minute.”
Riley nods patiently. It’s almost annoying how much effort she puts into making Charlotte feel at ease.
Charlotte’s mind goes back to the last time she’d had sex, which is quite a while ago. What does she like about it?
“Well obviously, it can make my body feel good. And it can make me feel attractive; I like that.”
Riley smiles. “So fair. What else?”
“Uhm, I think… I think my favorite part is actually foreplay.” Not wanting to lose herself in her own embarrassment again, she chooses to keep her head up this time. She kind of regrets that when there’s the faintest of twitches around Riley’s mouth, like she’s laughing at some inside joke.
Realizing that Charlotte has clocked her, she explains: “I’m sorry. But that’s just so very gay of you.”
Charlotte gives her a look. “Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes, please. Sorry. What do you like about it?”
“I’m sure you can imagine.”
“I’d like you to explain it to me. It’s not really a conversation if we just… imagine things.”
“Are you gonna fess up too?” Charlotte snaps, just hoping Riley will meet her outside of her comfort zone.
“If you want me to, sure,” she says. “But we were talking about you. What about foreplay do you like?”
Charlotte finds a spot on the horizon to stare at while she talks.
“I like the chase. The anticipation, I guess? Not knowing what’s about to happen yet, but knowing where it will end.”
“And physically?”
“Physically, I— I do most of the touching. And if I feel like I want to be touched, I can do it myself. Sometimes, I’ll ask for it.”
“Do you like to be on top?”
Charlotte is alarmed by the boldness at first, but somewhere, something inside her is waking up.
She has never gone into detail about this with someone before, and Riley’s apparent lack of judgment makes it feel exciting instead of humiliating.
She decides to lean into it, and meets Riley’s gaze head on.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to be in control?”
“Usually, yeah.”
“Have you ever tried it the other way around?”
“Didn’t like it.”
Riley leans forward, more and more invested. “Gotcha. What else don’t you like?”
“What I don’t like… Well, you’re going to laugh: I’m not a fan of penetration. But I totally understand it’s a part of what—”
Riley raises a hand to interrupt. “Stop,” she says sternly. “You don’t like penetration. Full stop. No ‘but’. You don’t need an excuse, no need to justify.”
“No, I mean, I know it’s an important part of straight sex. So I try to make it enjoyable for myself. Just like I’m sure they do things they don’t necessarily like to me sometimes. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do for a partner? Make each other feel good?”
“Nope.” Riley sounds unyielding. Upon Charlotte’s incredulous look, she continues: “I’m serious.
Just no. That’s not how things are supposed to work.
Not in my book, anyway. Either both parties agree and everyone involved enjoys it, or it doesn’t happen.
No matter how badly someone wants something.
Making someone feel good only works if it makes you feel good, too. ”
Charlotte looks at her like she just got slapped in the face. Riley’s words hit her right in her chest, and she swallows a few times to keep the emotion down. Why does this make her feel so… heard? Understood? Valid?
“Ever heard the phrase ‘consent is sexy’?” Riley asks.
“I guess, yeah.”
“That goes way deeper than just assuming someone likes something. And it’s really, really powerful. Consent is not just a nice thing to have. It is sexy. Enthusiastic consent: out of this fucking world.”
There’s a passion in Riley’s demeanor that leaves Charlotte wanting to know more, so she fuels the discussion.
“I never said I did anything without my consent. I just said I’m not a fan of it.”
Riley chuckles dryly. “I truly hope that one day, you’ll allow me to show you what the difference is.”
“Why not do it now?” Charlotte taunts her. Riley seems to consider it for a moment, then licks her bottom lip and nods.
“Sure. Yeah. Okay.” She shifts her body into a more comfortable position, her brain visibly working overtime.
“Alright. I’ve got something. Example one. Let’s pretend you ask me to kiss you.”
Charlotte grins. “Fine. I’ll humor you. Please kiss me.”
Riley starts acting in a low, husky, and frankly comedic voice: “I’m not exactly a fan of kissing, but I’ll do anything to make you feel good.” Both of them snicker at her performance.
Shaking it off, Riley says: “Okay. Keep that one in mind, yeah? Up next, example two. Ask me again.”
“Riley, will you please kiss me?"
This time, Riley’s eyes grow darker and she chuckles warmly.
“You have no idea how badly I want that. The idea of your lips on mine drives me wild. I want it. I’d do anything to kiss you until you can't breathe, right, fucking, now.”
Charlotte’s blood drains from her face and drops down to her core, which instantly fires up. She knows it’s supposed to be an act, but shit...
“See my point? Enthusiastic consent is sexy.”
“I— yeah, I guess I see what you mean,” Charlotte murmurs, her voice hoarse. She sniffs to feign casualness, but when she squeezes her thighs together, she realizes how turned on she is. And she bets Riley knows it too.
“Your turn,” Charlotte quickly changes the topic. “What do you like?”
Riley smiles knowingly, warning Charlotte she should know what she signs up for. When Charlotte spurs her on with a lifted eyebrow, she shifts her body again, sprawling her legs out on the seat.
“I like the anticipation too,” Riley says, nodding at Charlotte to acknowledge the similarity.
When she continues, she lets herself float and speaks up to the sky, carried away by her own fantasy.
“But what I like most… is just the act of worshiping another body. The feeling I get when a woman surrenders herself to pleasure, trusting me to give it to her—that’s just unmatched. Makes me feel invincible.”
Shockingly enough, those words don’t exactly extinguish the raging wildfire between Charlotte’s legs.
And Riley is not even done yet, because of course she’s not done yet.
“I enjoy being touched too. I can be so sensitive sometimes, when you play it right. I revel in the amount of want and need I can feel in my body. I like getting desperate for the touch of a hand, fingers, a mouth… Because when it’s finally given to me, it’s fireworks, Charlie. ”
During the last few words, Riley sits back up and meets Charlotte’s gaze in a clear challenge. Her pupils are blown, and her shallow breathing matches Charlotte’s. Oh, this is definitely doing something for Riley too.
“One more thing,” Riley whispers. “I also like to be watched.”
Charlotte’s lips part and she can only stare, helplessly drawn to this beautiful woman, unable to move or make a sound.
“Would you like me to show you where I like to be touched?”
And Charlotte just nods.
“Is that a yes?”
Consent is sexy. “Yes.”
But when Riley sneakily reaches out to press the button that activates the jets, Charlotte is taken aback. Is this the end of their conversation? This is where Riley wanted to leave them at?
As the jacuzzi loudly fires up again and the water bubbles up, Charlotte’s eyes linger on the woman in front of her who languidly stretches out like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
Charlotte muses she must be trying to calm herself down after their heated conversation. Not a bad idea: she should probably get herself back together too.
However, with Riley having her eyes closed, it gives her the opportunity to thoroughly study her face; the blush that’s not just on her cheeks, but also on her forehead and neck.
The wet strands of hair plastered to her face, occasionally leaving droplets behind on her skin.
Her full lips, slowly parting in full relaxation. The slight twitch in her brow.
Wait—that twitch doesn’t seem relaxed at all. It looks more like she’s… straining.
Charlotte’s eyes drift down to Riley’s chest, which is showing signs of uneven movement, before darting even further down. Then she freezes. Is Riley… getting off?
She can’t quite see anything that’s happening beneath the surface because of the jets, but it almost looks like…
Oh. Oh my god. The fucking jets.
Riley has positioned herself in a way the stream hits her just right. And from the look of it, it doesn’t only feel good, but the sensation seems to be building gradually.
When the realization sets in, the pulsating of her own clit becomes almost unbearable. Watching Riley slowly lose herself to the stimulation makes Charlotte almost come on the spot.
For a moment, there’s nothing she can do but watch.
With her eyes still closed, Riley’s lips part even wider. Her jaw drops fully open now, and her brows furrow in ecstasy.
When Riley’s eyes fly open, she immediately takes Charlotte in to gauge whether she’s still in the game, and her body starts twitching. Her mouth curves into a lazy smile when she notices Charlotte’s lustful stare. She tilts her head back, looking at her with hooded eyes.
Charlotte wants, no, needs to know what Riley is experiencing.
Before she can help it, she feels herself shift around to find one of the vertical jets in the seat, and positions herself over it.
The stream is powerful; it hits her relentlessly, and she can’t stop her body from jerking away.
She looks back at Riley, silently asking ‘How the fuck is this not too much?’, but she’s met with an encouraging nod and so she tries again. Slowly this time.
She can barely contain the moan that leaves her mouth when she finds the right angle. Luckily, the noise of the jacuzzi is loud enough to not carry the sound over. Her eyes roll back for a moment, before she locks eyes with Riley again.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thinks while both of them take each other in, climbing higher and higher. She watches Riley occasionally convulse, her face contorting, and the knowledge of why that is happening keeps adding to the sparks flying through her own body.
She tries to keep her own sighs and gasps down while enjoying the show, but her body is very clear in what it wants: release.
While her clit gets a delicious amount of stimulation through the fabric of her bathing suit like this, it’s not enough. She can almost hear what Riley would have to say: ‘What are you gonna do about it?’
Encouraged by her own needs and Riley’s wanting eyes, her hand slips between her own legs. She pulls the fabric to the side with her index finger, removing the restricting layer.
Riley’s eyes follow her moving arm down, eyes wide, but knowing that she isn’t able to see what’s going on underwater causes Charlotte to feel another rippling wave of pleasure. Seeing what it does to Riley makes her feel so unbelievably powerful.
She needs even more. She spreads her legs wider and lets her fingers trail to a spot right above her pubic bone, pulling the skin up and exposing more of her clit to the jet.
And that’s it. It hits her exactly right like this, and it doesn’t take long before she starts building toward her peak.
Riley clearly isn’t far off either; Charlotte can tell she’s mouthing something unintelligible, gasping for air.
Watching Riley suck in her lip makes her desperate to hear her moaning, but the bubbling water is too loud.
Charlotte bites down on her own lip too when she feels her orgasm approaching. She throws her head back and feels her muscles tense up as she get close, closer, closer…
And she implodes. She tears her eyes away and almost doubles over in her attempt to contain the shaking of her body, keeping herself from trashing. Her nerves are on fire, and it’s delicious.
Breathing fast and heavily, she looks back up at Riley, who looks like she is rapidly approaching her orgasm too. She watches her tremble and squeeze her eyes shut until she violently jerks away from the stream, too sensitive to stay there.
The jets die down a few minutes later, which makes the only audible sound their ragged breathing. As they glance at each other once again, Charlotte tries not to think about what the fuck that was.
Riley seems to come back to her senses before Charlotte, and wastes no time getting up and out of the tub. Charlotte follows Riley’s dripping body like a hawk as she wraps a towel around herself and walks over to her side.
Riley comes to a halt behind her and leans in over her shoulder, lips brushing against her ear.
“Looks like you made your own gateway,” she whispers, still slightly out of breath. It makes Charlotte shiver, and despite the heat she’d just felt, her skin is covered in goosebumps.
“That’s a good girl, Charlotte.”
And that’s when Charlotte gets it.